Kevin L. Brown

Kevin L. Brown

 Raleigh, North Carolina, USA
BandFolkCountry

No elevator pitch, just a straightforward country song. I wrote Rock Me Grandpa in 1979, when I was 19 years old. (Yes, that means that my "grandpa song" predates the Judds' version by a decade or so!)

Biography

By day, I'm a mild-mannered Financial Consultant, husband and father of three. But by night -- well, I'm pretty much the same as I am by day. My songs have been recorded by several artists, including former Limeliter Glenn Yarbrough, folksinger Mack Bailey, and Irish singer Seamus Kennedy, but I've never really had a music career as such.

Lyrics

The Levee

Written By: Kevin Brown

This home we live in shimmers from a distance
Life is short they say, enjoy the ride
And the barriers, we build up for resistance
To turn aside, the swirling tide

Who cares if trouble’s brewing ‘neath the surface
We feel it only adds to the romance
So if whistlin’ past the graveyard suits your purpose
We’ll take that chance, we’ll sing and dance

‘Til the levee breaks
The livin’s sho nuff easy
‘Til the levee breaks
It’s always 5:00 o’clock there
Laissez les bons temps rouler
‘Til the levee breaks

Our friends are so assured of our contentment
They see no veiled contempt or wounded pride
So you fill another go cup with resentment
And you let it slide, just stroll outside

There’s grievances too numerous to mention
Some real and some imagined, myth and fact
And a thin veneer of calm to mask the tension
And hold it back, the wall’s intact

‘Til the levee breaks
The eagle flies on Friday
‘Til the levee breaks
We’ll ignore the rising water
We’ll party in The Quarter
‘Til the levee breaks

We never heed the warnings to seek shelter
Or get out to avoid the coming flood
They don’t know what life’s like down on the Delta
We’re used to blood, and lots of mud

We’ll never know exactly how we wrecked it
Such understanding’s just beyond our reach
They say the end comes when you least expect it
A few words each, one tiny breach

And then the levee breaks
How high’s the water, Daddy?
When the levee breaks
Oh the flooding is torrential, the toll is exponential
When the levee breaks

When the levee breaks
It’s ten feet high and risin’
When the levee breaks
At last the other shoe drops
Now we’re waving from the rooftops
When the levee breaks
At last the other shoe drops
Now we’re pleading from our rooftops
When the levee breaks

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

Written By: Kevin Brown

It’s always been a mystery just what you’re waitin’ for
A glass of wine or maybe two, alone and out the door
I’d make a little history if I could quench your thirst
Satisfy your hunger, honey let me be the first
I ain’t the best dancer, ain’t the best lookin’
Come into my kitchen ‘cause I’m always cookin’

Chorus:
Winner winner chicken dinner, mama I ain’t no beginner
You’re a saint but I’m a sinner, we should be alright
Winner winner chicken dinner, you can’t win if you don’t enter
It could be a long, cold winter, why put up a fight?
Winner winner chicken dinner, winner winner chicken dinner

You say your fellow rode off, acted like a jerk
Just sit and take a load off, honey I’ll do all the work
See what you been missin’, all these skills I’ve got
Loosen up them buttons, baby, might get kinda hot
Time to fish or cut bait, scratch what’s itchin’
Watch me operate when you get into my kitchen

CHORUS

Season up your pieces, let ‘em sizzle ‘til they brown
Flour, butter, make a roux and turn your fire down
Take a little stock, carrots and some taters
Simmer on the back burner, come back later

We’ll have lots of time to cuddle, we’ll have lots of time to spoon
We’ll check in half an hour, don’t you lift my lid too soon
Time to grab a plate, put your fear aside
It’s always worth the wait, and I leave ‘em satisfied
Somethin’ on the side, lima beans or navy
All the ladies sigh for my biscuits and my gravy
CHORUS

The Raccoon Song

Written By: Kevin Brown

Go tell ol’ Flattop we’ll be movin’ up slowly
Might be just getting’ started, might be common and lowly
But a man must have a dream
And in my dream you know just where to find me
Might be a longtime in the makin’
Someday I’ll put that raccoon behind me

At the Creekside in the morning, by the Cabin late at night
Those beady eyes upon you could give a man a fright
But I made a solemn promise
You know I’ll never let the bright lights blind me
No matter where the road might take me
Someday I’ll put that raccoon behind me

I’ve chased that little rascal for a dozen years or more
At times I can’t remember just what I’m searchin’ for
But I watch the ones who caught him
I study what they teach
He still keeps slippin’ just beyond my reach

Well a rounder’s gotta gamble, a preacher’s gotta pray
Me, I still dream we’ll get that call, step on the stage and play
I’ll give him just one little wink
Turn around and hope he treats me kindly
Then I’ll let it all come pourin’ out
The day I put that raccoon behind me

Go tell ol’ Flattop we’ll be movin’ up slowly
Might be just getting’ started, might be common and lowly
But a man must have a dream
And in my dream you know just where to find me
Might be a lifetime in the makin’
Someday I’ll put that raccoon behind me
No matter where the road might take me
Someday I’ll put that raccoon behind me
Come Hell or high water
Someday I’ll put that raccoon behind me

Shoes

Written By: Kevin Brown

Every woman’s got a story
Of tryin’ to hold on to a man
One who’s like a bad penny
Keeps turnin’ up again
You say you don’t what hit ya
You’re left with only clues
And holdin’ nothin’ but your shoes

You’re dreamin’ of romance
Like in days of old
A knight in shining armor
To have and to hold
But things turn a little foggy
Through all the smoke and booze
And you’re holdin’ nothin’ but your shoes

You’re sittin’ on that barstool, complainin’ ‘bout your man
I volunteer to offer any comfort that I can
A sympathetic ear, for a woman in a jam
‘Cause that’s the kind of man I am

You want to take him back
You want to take his name
But when the morning comes around
It’s just another walk of shame
Well, he tossed you out
And left you with the blues
And holdin’ nothin’ but your shoes

The clock is tickin’ down
You’re at the end of your rope
Your body’s growing weary
From holdin’ on to the hope
But, the word is on the street
You’re yesterday’s news
And holdin’ nothin’ but your shoes

You say you don’t what hit ya
You’re left with only clues
And holdin’ nothin’ but your shoes

Lord, I don’t know why I do it
It’s not a thing I choose
To leave you holding nothin’ but your shoes

Rock Me Grandpa

Written By: Kevin Brown

Chorus:
Rock me Grandpa, tell me 'bout the mountains,
Tell me how the Cherokee found them, many moons ago.
Rock me Grandpa, tell me 'bout the hills and valleys
Tell me 'bout the girl named Sally, and how you loved her so.

Sit on my lap now, boy, and look off toward the West,
Now close your eyes and dream awhile, and I'll supply the rest.
That's a mountain sunset, boy, paintin' fire in the sky,
And it's the good Lord's way of singin' you a Blue Ridge lullaby.

(Chorus)

Sit on my lap now, boy, and I'll tell you about the days,
When your Grandma and I used to lie in the grass, just to watch the skies ablaze.
It's been about forty years, your Grandma she's been gone,
But I can see those eyes in the Blue Ridge skies that called my Sally home.

(Chorus)

So I sat on his lap awhile, and I looked off toward the West,
Then I closed my eyes and I dreamed awhile, and he supplied the rest.
Well, that's a mountain sunset now, paintin' fire in the sky,
And as the shadows fall I can still recall a tear in an old man's eye, when I said . . .

(Chorus)

Rock Me Grandpa

Written By: Kevin Brown

Chorus:
Rock me Grandpa, tell me 'bout the mountains,
Tell me how the Cherokee found them, many moons ago.
Rock me Grandpa, tell me 'bout the hills and valleys
Tell me 'bout the girl named Sally, and how you loved her so.

Sit on my lap now, boy, and look off toward the West,
Now close your eyes and dream awhile, and I'll supply the rest.
That's a mountain sunset, boy, paintin' fire in the sky,
And it's the good Lord's way of singin' you a Blue Ridge lullaby.

(Chorus)

Sit on my lap now, boy, and I'll tell you about the days,
When your Grandma and I used to lie in the grass, just to watch the skies ablaze.
It's been about forty years, your Grandma she's been gone,
But I can see those eyes in the Blue Ridge skies that called my Sally home.

(Chorus)

So I sat on his lap awhile, and I looked off toward the West,
Then I closed my eyes and I dreamed awhile, and he supplied the rest.
Well, that's a mountain sunset now, paintin' fire in the sky,
And as the shadows fall I can still recall a tear in an old man's eye, when I said . . .

(Chorus)

Discography

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Set List

I have plenty of original songs; I just rarely have any opportunities to perform them.