Delmar Gentry - The Old, Old West

 Welcome to our first blog entry for Big and Tall Records! A little about us first. We're a company that loves to find old, forgotten, never heard of musicians and music and bring them to the attention of the public. The more obscure, the better! We have a staff of six people that make the rounds as best they can to find unknown  talent. Cheap bars, filthy gymnasiums, crashing wedding receptions, bar mitzvoth, anywhere there will be live music played. But enough about us! Let's move right to our first unknown composer! 

Most people can't make a living out of something they really love to do. You have to pay the bills and put groceries on the table. But the next best thing is to have a job that pays you well enough that you don't have to work all day every day. Enough time away from work to do what you truly love. That's what the high-priced corporate lawyer Delmar Gentry does.

He's in great demand, can pick his cases out of a raft of well-heeled clients, and charge them the fee that a world-class corporate attorney is capable of getting. So he keeps his caseload light so he can devote more of his time to his passion; playing and writing music. Country/Western music, that is!

Delmar Gentry

Delmar is a man of high energy and many talents. He graduated top of his class from university, majoring in what he took for his professional calling; business law. His second major (as there's no way music could be his minor!) was music, and he's got a degree in each. He was primarily classically trained as a musician, and was on the way to developing a concert pianist's technique to go with his legal virtuosity. Then he went out to Arizona as part of a legal team that was representing a high tier business man in defense against litigation brought forth to him and his company.   

Corporate litigation can get bogged down for many reasons. Some cases are ongoing for years. This particular case took about two months, and they were months that changed Delmar's life and ambition. He was surrounded by local music talent, from bluegrass fiddlers to dyed in the wool rockers, and he took to the country/western side with a passion. He hadn't heard some of the styles of c/w, and when he did he fell in love with them. Gone were his classical pianist ambitions. He took up the double bass, guitar, banjo, and other more folksy instruments. He started to write c/w songs and lyrics, and got very proficient on the double bass and guitar. 

After a few years of really hard pushing his legal career, he got some high profile cases that not only made a name for himself, but lined his bank account with a lot of money. Soon he went out on his own, hired his own team of lawyers and para legals, and became a c/w musician that is highly respected, if not very well known out side of the genre. He hopes that changes with this recording and upcoming ones. 

The Old,Old West 

I’m a young urban cowboy with plenty of loot, 

I cain’t hardly ride and I cain’t hardly shoot, 

 But you can see yer reflection in my cowboy boot… 

 I love the old, old west! 

 

Yippee ti yi yee, I live in the big city, 

With cement and traffic and muggers a plenty, 

But I’d rather be out in the big sky country… 

 Out in the old, old west! 

 

I’m a corporate lawyer and I never fail, 

 To keep all the CEO’s ass out of jail, 

But I’d rather be out on the dusty ol’ trail… 

Out in the old, old west! 

 

Yippee ti yi lee, the big shots hire me, 

And I always sure nail ‘em with a big ol’ fat fee, 

But I’d rather be out where a man’s truly free… 

 Out in the old, old west! 

 

I got a good gal but I have some fears, 

She likes champagne to my couple a beers, 

She likes grand opry to my Sons Of The Pioneers… 

She hates the old, old west! 

 

Yippee ti yi hicker, my gal’s a city slicker, 

And she hates the cactus with needles that stick ‘er, 

And the smell of horse shit makes her sicker and sicker… 

She hates the old, old west! 

 

My case load is heavy but when it gets light, 

 I’ll pack up my bags and then I'll take flight, 

To an old west saloon just to start a big fight… 

 I love the old, old west! 

 

Yippe ti yi fuddy, no more I’m gonna study, 

 Git dirty and grungy and stinky and muddy, 

Git my knuckles all busted, and my nose awful bloody… 

Out in the old, old west! 

 

I got me some spurs and my lariat rope, 

I’ll meander out there with an ol’ cowboy lope, 

 I’ll practice my walk and not look like a dope… 

Out in the old, old west! 

 

Yippee ti ti yo, I wish it could be so, 

Watch the murky waters of the Rio Grande flow, 

Do some bustin’ and ropin’ with the doggie and crow… 

Out in the old, old west!