Michael Kendrick & The Blue Eyed Sons

Michael Kendrick & The Blue Eyed Sons

BandAmericana

We play rock 'n' roll music with folk roots. A variety of fast-paced driving toe-tappers and slower, steady, harmonized tunes all with simple, melodic arrangements. The songs are the important thing, not necessarily us members. Forget how we look or what we say, just listen and enjoy.

Biography

Michael Kendrick & The Blue Eyed Sons are a quickly-growing four piece band out of the Midwest. Splitting time between St. Louis and Columbia, the four have made substantial sacrifices to get the band up and running and it finally is. Michael Kendrick, Matt Zufall, John Dalton, and Joe Ellison combine elements from many types of American music and have developed a sturdy batch of songs that aim to intrigue audiences both lyrically and melodically. The band offers a blend of driving toe tappers, harmonized folk tunes, and old time rock n roll. Influenced heavily by the likes of Bob Dylan, Josh Ritter, and Ryan Adams, the group takes a great deal of pride in their songs. And with a promising upcoming schedule, opening for some of the best bands in the Midwest, Michael Kendrick and the Blue Eyed Sons hope good things are to come.

Lyrics

Wrecking Like a Train

Written By: Michael Kendrick

Rolled down the hill in a trashcan
You find your lover on a wasteland
You swore you’d never be alone

Sold on the promise of another
Who fell in love with the other
It was nothing of a plan

So rest your head
And go to bed
Rest your head and go to bed again

So call all your soldiers to your order
Your mutineers brewing over
You swore they’d pay it in the end

And blame another lover for your longing
The city walls around you, falling
Try looking in a mirror

So rest your head
And go to bed
Rest your head and go to bed again

You better slow down
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down

Old, shining jewelry on your fingers
Your mother’s perfume heavy lingers
I’d say you’re wrecking like a train

So rest your head
And go to bed
Rest your head and go to bed again

Boxcar Jones

Written By: Michael Kendrick

With daddy’s pistol at your side, you had a crooked smile and a gleaming eye
Your thoughts were plain to see, there was you and then there’s me
And I’m sure you don’t agree, that if one of us has to die, it shouldn’t be me

But when you sober up and find your head you forget the gun and all you said
You come crawling back to me; you didn’t think that I would leave
But on a coastal train I ride, a couple hundred miles farther down the line

And I ride on a freight train rolling by
On the way to a place I never seen
Living on the road, no idea where I’m going
And the time slows down enough to make me feel young

I shared a smoke with Boxcar Jones. He was wandering, didn’t have a home
He had left his family for a girl in Tennessee.
But she died in the Spring. And now he’s got no place left to go

And I ride on a freight train rolling by
On the way to a place I never seen
Living on the road, no idea where I’m going
And the time slows down enough to make me feel young

And I ride on a freight train rolling by
On the way to a place I never seen
Living on the road, no idea where I’m going
And the time slows down enough to make me feel young

Bury My Crime

Written By: Michael Kendrick

The wind took the flame from the railroad car
As we were picking up speed on the downhill part
Of the tracks I swear with a hand set over my heart

That I wouldn’t step one foot from this train
Without killing that man who’d fixed the game
Of cards in the back, and nobody knew but me

So with a final amen, saying don’t look back
I let him fly from the train so he would die on the tracks
Cause I know, I know, whoa

I’m gotta bury my crime (the ghost with the gun is calling from the grave and he’s bearing down on me)
I’m gotta cover my lines (the ghost with the gun is calling from the grave and he’s bearing down on me)

When we made our way through sycamore trees
A cold wind calling with a hollow breeze
Blowing through, said he was looking for me

So in trying my best not to hesitate
I let my feet do the thinking and I’m on my way
Out the back, cause I know that bastard’s back for more

But as soon as I run I hear the sound of a gun
I get a bullet in my back cause it only takes one
And I know, I know

I’m gotta bury my crime (the ghost with the gun is calling from the grave and he’s bearing down on me)
I’m gotta cover my lines (the ghost with the gun is calling from the grave and he’s bearing down on me)

I’m gotta bury my crime (the ghost with the gun is calling from the grave and he’s bearing down on me)
I’m gotta cover my lines (the ghost with the gun is calling from the grave and he’s bearing down on me)
I’m gotta bury my crime (the ghost with the gun is calling from the grave and he’s bearing down on me)

The ghost with the gun is calling from the grave and he’s bearing down on me

Discography

"Wrecking Like a Train" (Demo)
"Bury My Crime" (Demo)
"Boxcar Jones" (Demo)

Set List

Set Breakdown: 30-90 min (All originals with a cover or two)