Gummer Beaudine is one of our raunchier artists, and she's got a solid hard-core group of followers that frequent her gigs at local gin mills. She's a pretty tough cookie, having lasted through some rough relationships, working in industry for a long time, and playing venues that used to have a curtain of chicken wire between the band and the audience to prevent flying objects from hitting them. Big Marv, one of our resident producers and mentors, as well as a fine musician himself, took Gummer under his wing early on. Now Big Marv is no stranger to raunchy, but after her first few records he quit mentoring her and producing her songs. He said she didn't need him, she'd figured it all out and was tougher than he was!
That Gummer would write and perform a song about a man she has the hots for is pretty typical. She's aggressive, she can be nasty, and she's talented! We at Big And Tall Records appreciate her unique perspectives and talents!
Favorite place for me to play is a gin mill next town over Got a good clientele and none of ‘em are sober Lots a drinkin’, dancin’, behavior goin’ too far But the best thing ‘bout it is the hunk that's tendin’ bar!
He’s a handsome son of a gun, sends ma heart to shiver Ever time I see him my lady parts begin to quiver Give me the chance, I’d ride him like a bronc! He’s jest a big old pretty hunk of honky tonk!
His name is Jerry and ever time I'm around him Wanna grab him by his hips and guide it right in I imagine goin' in his jeans and seein' what I'd find DAMN, it makes me wanna do the bump and grind!
He says he's married already, but I don't give a shit Don't wanna cause a divorce, jest fuck a little bit He says he will be true, and that he jest won't But I sure as hell won't tell no body if'n he don't!
He’s a handsome hunk of a man, sends ma heart to shiver Ever time I see him my lady parts begin to quiver Give me the chance, I’d ride him like a bronc! He’s jest a big old pretty hunk of honky tonk!
I tol' my current boyfriend to please be aware I see Jerry I just can’t help but stare Wanna dance with him, do the spin and twirl And later take him home and ride him cowgirl!
Jerry what a hunk! What a man! Jerry what a stud! Get him if I can! Jerry be my lover! Let's let off steam! Jerry come on over! Oh, I can dream!
He’s a handsome hunk of a man, gives ma heart a rush Ever time I see him my old body starts to flush Give me the chance, I’d ride him like a bronc! He’s jest a big old pretty hunk of honky tonk!
It was early in 2025 when we got
the first song by a new group for us here at Big And Tall Records. The group’s
name was The Burgoo Boys, and they were a bluegrass band from Kentucky.
The name of their first song was The Roadkill Café. We decided to go ahead
and release it, and it met with some success. We released a total of 5 songs
from the group, with the last one being a political commentary song TheBallad Of Elon. This was in July of 2025. We heard no more from the group,
and thought they might be busy playing Kentucky county fairs and such. But even
after fair season was over, we still heard nothing. Ended up the group went
through a dry spell; they had begun promoting and performing their original
songs. But they had only 5 songs, hardly a full songbook to be promoting!
We tried to contact the leader, John
Henry Flort, but none of our calls or emails was answered. We’ve come to
realize that burnout can happen to groups. It’s a tough way to make a living
and keep things fresh. We decided to quit contacting, and see what happened.
During the holiday season, middle
December of 2025, we received a song file, and the credits were The Burgoo Boys
featuring Uncle June’s Jug Band! The song was Kentucky New Year’s Eve.
We had just enough time for a limited release before New Years, s owe went
through with it, despite never hearing about Uncle June’s Jug Band. But the
song was different and fun. We eventually talked to Uncle June himself, June
McShary. June told us the two groups were hired to play a New Year’s Eve
get-together, and they put their heads together and decided to collaborate on a
song The song did very well, and we encouraged them to write some
more!
On that firs song, Uncle June
didn’t sing, but played the kazoo as well as jaw harp. The next song they did
was ‘Possum Livin’ Skills, and Uncle June sang on this one. We instantly knew
that his voice was for us! Slightly rough, hoarse, but very musical, and he had
a great sense of rhythm and keeping the music moving forward. Uncle June and his
group served to inspire The Burgoo Boys to tighten up their music, expand their
creativity, and the groups melded together like they’d been playing together
for years. And all of them wee proud Kentuckians, and that was reflected in all
their songs. The different instruments added by Uncle June’s group has expanded
their sound as well.
Now our job is to promote and
sell songs, and having a group’s name being so long is not in the best interest
of that goal. So we held meetings with the two leaders on ways we could
consolidate the names, even offered to give each group an individual contract.
But they told us flat out, they already took a vote from all the musicians, and
everyone including themselves, wanted the name of the group to be: The Burgoo
Boys featuring Uncle June’s Jug Band, so that’s what it is!
John Henry approached Uncle June
with an idea; would Uncle June like to make an album of The Boys first songs as
the lead vocalist! Hence, this 5 song album, Uncle June Sings! John Henry was
no longer satisfied with the original versions of four of the songs. He wanted
to add different instrumentation and June’s distinctive voice in hopes to make
the songs even better. So while writing new songs, the group also revised those
4 songs. Uncle June had recently written a country ballad Sweet Belle Of
Louisville, Kentucky as an anniversary present for his wife on their 30th
wedding anniversary, and all the musicians agree to include this song as well.
1. What The Hell Is Burgoo?
- This song was originally written as The Burgoo Boys 3rd song, and
they wrote it in response to some people commenting on their name and what
burgoo was! Original can be heard here : What The Hell Is Burgoo?
2. Roadkill Café - The
first song sent to us, we were immediately drawn to the humor of the lyrics and
the quality of the musical performance. Original can be heard here: Roadkill Café
3. Sweet Belle Of Louisville,
Kentucky - This song was written by Uncle June as a gift for his wife on
their 30th wedding anniversary. It’s a slow, country ballad and
shows how Uncle June’s voice, while not being the most attractive musically,
can be used for genuine heart-felt emotion. Uncle June told us the story:
Uncle June McShary
Yeah, this be pretty much how it happened. I'm a country boy, used to git all cleaned up once in a spell an' go into Louisville to the picture show. Usually had my brothers and sisters with me, but this time I was by my own self. Don't 'member why, but anyhow, I never seen the girl before then, and there was somethin' 'bout her took my breath away. I were seventeen, had a few gal friends afore, but none of 'em affected me like this! I was kind a shy back then, still amazed I asked her to sit with me, but I did. Even more amazed she said 'yes'!
Found out later she was a city girl, so we come from two different lifestyles. Took us a bit to get used to the way each other done things, but it was never a case of one bein' better than the other. Just different. Long story short, we've been together ever since. Never had a break up, had our share of disagreements but we hung in there, got married, had four kids that are all growed now, got some Grandbabies too! Life with her has been great!
4. When Yer Up To Yer Ass In
Alligators - Another humorous original, taken from an old country saying of
perseverance among unforeseen circumstances. Original was titled Up To Yer Ass In Alligators
5. Feed ‘Em Beans! - That The Burgoo Boys can
write lively, toe-tapping, (and profane!) songs is shown in this example. The
original is also a great example of the virtuoso musicians in the group, as the
tempo is quite brisk. Now add that together with the virtuosity in Uncle June’s
group, and you’ve got a quite different interpretation! Original can be heard
here: Feed ‘Em Beans!
The latest from our resident spinner of tall tales, fabrications, imaginative truth-stretching and other fancy words and phrases for BULLSHIT! This song is about whisfirst job back in the old west when he worked in The Rattlesnake Saloon (location not disclosed) cleaning and polishing spittoons. Then one night, when the chorus line was short a girl, his boss drafted him to be in it! A teenaged boy doesn't really look like a chorus girl, especially in the old west, a time when chorus line women that didn't work for the bigger saloons in the larger cities were also 'soiled doves'! But Chuck Wagon assures us when he was young he was "downright pretty," and the women put make-up on his face as well as lace stockings, a dress, and "frilly under drawers!"
As is usual many times in his songs, things turn nasty, and he has to make a hasty retreat from town after he messes up the face of a drunken cowboy that put a hand up his dress. And at the end of the song, Chuck Wagon tells how the experience made him appreciate women, as well as...well...listen and read for yerselves! Yee Haw Ya'll!
My legs was pretty back then Smooth with no hair on 'em Now they's bowlegged and all Back then they was straight and slim
Howdy My name's Chuck Wagon Calhoun, and I Got a tale to tell 'bout when I was young And downright pretty!
Spittoon
YEE HAW YA'LL!
First job I had when I were young Was at the Rattlesnake Saloon Had to clean out and then polish All of them there brass spittoons
One day the boss waved me over Hell ya'll don't even shave yet! Face as soft as a baby's ass Girls'll take care of ya don't fret!
They was short a girl the dance line All they needed was one more I felt kind a sheepish indeed DIDN'T WANNA BE NO WHORE!
They put net stockings on ma legs Lipstick and rouge on ma pan Put me in frilly under drawers Said the dance was the Can can
The boss done tol' me “Don't worry Take yer place smack in the middle Jest kick up yer legs with the rest When ya hear piano and fiddle”
I was prancin' along
real good Dancin' with all of the rest They all turned 'round bent over AND ALL THEM THROWED UP THEIR DRESS!
Tol' the boss to hell with you! Ain't gonna show my ass hell no! He said “Now jest you hold yer horse Don't ya know what ya got in store?
“Them gals gonna treat you right good They'll show ya all of the ropes Can be with them when they's naked Gettin' ready, don't be a dope!”
Things went well, pokes liked me fine Thought I were a real young skirt Boss even let me sang some songs Then pokes got to winkin' and flirt
One a them drunken cowboys Done put their hand up my dress Gall dang, I lost my temper! And really messed up his face!
Don't care what ya'll got a hankerin fer Jest don't try it with me, sum bitch I twern't THAT dad burned pretty He were that goddam drunk Boss fired me.... Gals shunned me... But it done taught me to appreciate naked gals... And give me a hankerin’ to wear frilly under drawers... Like I got on right now!
What we call our 'supergroup' here at Big And Tall Records has almost an embarrassment of talent. Not only do they have a large group of talented instrumentalists for traditional bluegrass music, but an incredible access to many instruments from brass to jugband instruments, but many of them are good singers as well. John Henry Flort, leader of the Burgoo Boys is a fine singer, and 'Uncle' June McShary, leader of the jugband has added a lot to the group with his distinctive voice. 'Toots' Jernigan is the soloist on this latest release by the band, and he possesses a rich baritone voice that suits the subject of the song: a tribute to country women of Kentucky. The song is more of a traditional song in the country tradition, with solos by mandolin and dobro.
Those of us been raised in the rugged mountains of east Kentucky, or the rollin' plains of the blue grass of west Kentucky,know how much the womenfolk are the bedrock of our culture. So we sang this tribute to all
of them
Country women of Kentucky, we love them all Look good at a hoe down, or a fancy dress ball Honest and true blue, country through and through... Country women of Kentucky, we love them all
Country women of Kentucky come from sturdy pioneer stock They look good in blue jeans, or a fancy frock Can sip a sweet tea, or have a cold beer Who face their lives, with no threat of fear
Country women of Kentucky, we love them spring or fall Whether wearin' a halter top, or a fancy shawl Honest and true blue, country through and through... Country women of Kentucky, we love them all
The country men of Kentucky, taught us how to be tough To knuckle down hard, when times get rough But the women balanced all that with all their love That surrounded us like a custom made glove
Country women of Kentucky, Gramma smokin' her pipe Mama doin' up cherries, red sweet and dead ripe Honest and true blue, country through and through... Country women of Kentucky, such a lovin' type
Pa always came across hardy, brave, and strong He worked all the day, worked hard and hours long But Mama did too, and had her own inner strength That kept her drivin' on days of such long length
Truth be told, wouldn't have turned out near as good I f both Mama and Pa wouldn't have done what they should But we was lucky, we had them both that never took sides When we needed it, either one could tan our hides!
Country women of Kentucky, we love them all Look good at a hoe down, or a fancy dress ball Honest and true blue, country throughand through... Country women of Kentucky... We love them all!
It might seem a little off that a band that calls themselves The Widow Makers writes and performs a song like War! War! Constant War!, and the final lines of the song show that the band thought of that too, and they address it:
We call ourselves The Widow Makers, just a heavy metal band you see,
But you sons of bitches are the widow makers.... of reality!
Obvious what the band's take is on the recent developments in the Middle East and the ongoing conflict with the Russian invasion of Ukraine. The band is based in Great Britain, but their song implies that there is always the possibility of war spreading to other countries, including their own.
In this style of music, the rhythm and music can sometimes seem to be more important than the lyrics. At least to some of our 'old' ears that grew accustomed to different styles of music. We're being diplomatic; plain speaking, the music is so loud that we can't hear or make out the lyrics, and even when we can the meaning of the lyrics can be hard to decipher. The band has taken especial care to have the singer's voice and the lyrics heard, and the meaning of it all is pretty clear!
Ones who say they're for peace are the ones that bring about
war They've started yet another one, we're not sure what they're
fighting for Over a parcel of land compared to the size of the earth Is tiny and inconsequential, how much could it be worth? War, war, constant war! Wars don't end before the next one begins Carrying on mankind's deadliest sins Get the artillery ready, guns big and small Fight for the peace that we demand for all!
Leader of one of the largest countries on earth Invaded a neighbor, how much is it really worth? Ego and power, land grabbin' and murder Been fightin' for years against a brave defender War! War! Constant war! No end in sight for the aggressive bear Who tries to grab and steal, keepin' armies there While the leader of the U.S. grows green with envy And helps another war-monger to start more frenzy
Leader of what used to be the world's great democracy Started bombs flying and refused to let anyone see What was going on with his Israel leader tryst But he couldn't give the plan cuz it doesn't exist! War! War! Constant war! Been only days, but now they all reassure Only take a few days, maybe a few weeks more We'll create regime change, like we did in Iraq We're awesome warriors! We really rock!
War! War! Constant war! Beg yer pardon, we seen it all
before! Pat the troops on the back,give them plenty what's for! If they do come back, fuck them over like you do Aid war-mongers, be in league with murderers... Because you are one too! War, war, constant war! We call ourselves The Widow Makers, just a heavy metal band
you see But you sons of bitches are the widow makers.... of reality
Mams Carter is making a name for herself as a blues singer, which is different from one of the top Honkie-Tonk and Boogie-Woogie piano players on tour. She plays gigs with her son Amos Carter (who is one of our artists as well) and his Boogie-Woogie band, and she plays a piano solo along with her vocals once or twice at each gig. She has a very expressive contralto voice that has richness and depth, as well as a good range towards the top of her range. She's recorded two blues songs for us, and That's The Nature Of Things follows her first blues song, The Blues Done Got Me So Bad, in using a string orchestra backing her piano and voice. It's a notch above just easy listening, as her passion does come through, especially with her first song, but there's also a mellowness she has in her voice that blends perfectly with strings. She keeps her piano accompaniment very basic, and lays down a good foundation for the songs she sings.
Memories and dreams of many who passed come before my eye A little nostalgic, and sad, but it's no reason to cry Of course I’d like them not to have left, and it surely is
no sin To be glad to see them, if only in dreams or memories, again
I see their faces in many foggy forms Shadows in the dark of night, in my mind of storms Not apparitions or ghostly in any way Sometimes a fleeting glance, sometimes a long stay
That’s the nature of things we get so little time To spend among the living, experience the sublime All of the pleasures and all of the gladness Tied up with the dark ribbon of sadness
Don't get me wrong I'm happy for the ones still here I don't live my life full of anguish, worry and fear But I've known so many that are now long time gone I miss them but I will continue to grow and stay strong
We've all got lives to continue, be a shame to waste it I'm committed to experience, each and every bit And I'll look forward to those times when I will see Those people and things that are close to me
That’s the nature of things we get so little time To spend among the living, experience the sublime All of the pleasures and all of the gladness Tied up with the dark ribbon of sadness
Well, Chuck Wagon shows up again with a tall tale about when he was a bartender in Tombstone, Arizona. Coincidentally, it was when Wyatt Earp was there as well, about 1880-1881 or so. That would make Chuck Wagon older than dirt! Everybody knows by now that anything Chuck Wagon sings about comes spinning out of his own warped imagination!
We're still not sure who in the heck this guy is. We get recordings of his through an agent over the internet. We don't know anything about the agent either. Oh, we've got a n ame, but we don't think it's his real name. At least Reginald P. Farquahar, the name they use, can't be found in any search of agents or attorneys. But we wire them money, and it shows being taken out of our account. Doesn't matter. AS long as things are legal, and Chuck Wagon keeps sending us odd songs from the 'Old West', we're happy!
The story of Wyatt Earp still captures the imagination of the American public, as well as around the world. The town of Tombstone has made a big effort to keep many of the buildings and a part of town the way it was back then albiet with some modern updates) The Bird Cage Theatre, The Oriental Saloon, The O.K. Corral, and other buildings with some still carry bullet holes from those rowdy times. An associate of ours has been there, and he says it's like walking back in time in some parts of town. Wyatt Earp remains a legendary figure, with more than a few of the legends actually being true! Of all the gunplay he was involved with in his life, he was never shot, not even nicked, by gunfire. That he could be a lawman one minute and a criminal the next is also true, as he was accused of stealing horses, pimping prostitutes in Peoria, Illinois.
He kept on the run after his doings in Tombstone, even got as far away as Alaska. He ended up passing away in Los Angeles, California in 1929 at the age of eighty! An interesting side note; it appears there might be some truth to the legend that John Wayne met Earp on a movie set in 1928, and they grew to be friends. Just how much, if any, of this is true probably will never be known for sure. But the thought of two American legends knowing each other, with Wayne using Earp as an example for the character he was to eventually develop on screen is intriguing!
Howdy! My names' Chuck Wagon Calhoun Got a story ya'll might wanna hear 'bout the time I were a bartender... WHEN I DONE TOL'WYATT EARP WHERE TO GIT OFF! In Tombstone,Arizona! YEE HAW YA'LL!
I done all kinds a stuff, from cowhand to bushwhacker From whore pimpin’, and general lolligagger But it tweren't 'til I left what was to become Oklahoma That I found my place tendin' bar, in Tombstone, Arizona!
It were at the Oriental Saloon A place that were fancy and not for goons Were 'sposed to be a gentleman, no farts nor burps Runner of the game tables named Wyatt Earp!
Had ta wear a fancy white shirt, with red stripes Garters on ma arms, servin' beer and breakin' up fights When foam come over the glass I struck with no fear Wiped off ma finger and stuck it in the glass of beer!
I worked the bar and tables, things goin' jest fine When Wyatt started messin' with a gal that were mine! Tol' him "Wyatt, that there gal be mine, sum
bitch!" That's what I tol' him, without nary atwitch
He looked at me with hard eyes, and reached fer his gun Tried to intimidate me, but I didn't run! Tol' him,"I know all 'bout yer reputation But I don't give a shit in this here situation!”
Had to wear a fancy white shirt, with red stripes I jest talked to Mr. Earp like that ? Oh, cripes! He'll pull out his pistol, and pistol whip me right on my
ear Won't be alive to stick my finger in no glass a beer
Now I don't know rightly, how I got by with sayin’ that Maybe Wyatt was plumb hung over or feelin' flat But he tol' me, "Sorry pardner, didn't know she were
taken" Then he grabbed my hand, and began to shakin'
Were feelin' downright mighty, played it fer all it was
worth "Jest be careful, Wyatt Earp, as ya go forth! I'll be watchin' ya close fast, as ya go through the day And that's it, pardner, all that I'm a gonna say!"
My red stripes were a shakin' on my fancy white shirt Best be on my way, pack my bag, afore I git hurt! So that night I packed my gear, and got my horse all saddled Road like a bat outa hell, from Tombstone I skedaddled!
Found out later why Earp seemed so distracted He were joinin' up with his pals to palaver... About what became known as... THE SHOOT OUT AT THE OK CORRAL! Ye gods and little fishes, I dodged a bullet again!