We welcome to Big And Tall Records a new group - The Burgoo Boys! They are all Kentuckians, and for the most part play Bluegrass music, but they do branch out in other forms on occasion. Now you're probably wondering (unless you're from their part of the country) what burgoo is! We've got a feeling the boys probably got a song with all the details, but the short of it is that burgoo is a meat and vegetable stew that originated in the Louisville KY area. It usually has 3 kinds of meat in it, beans, and vegetables, and served with corn bread or corn muffins. There's many recipes, and a lot of times what's in it is what ya got! It's a dish that is always served at The Kentucky Derby at Churchill Downs, Louisville, Kentucky every year.
It's related to Irish stew, and perhaps came about from all the Irish and Welsh immigrants that ended up in Kentucky. It's supposed to be along cooked dish that starts out with meat cooked first, then vegetables like corn, okra, lima beans, potatoes, tomatoes, etc. They say that it really isn't burgoo unless you can stick a spoon straight up in it and it stays when you let go! Be that as it may, it's not just a dish in Kentucky. Many places in southern Illinois and other areas enjoy it, and there are many burgoo festivals in the area.
Burgoo is probably on the menu at the Road Kill Café, the boys' break out song with us. A song with a definite story, as the imaginary café originated with a group of men who lost their jobs with the shutdown of local businesses. Of course there's no way a restaurant could serve up roadkill, despite the song! But it's a fun song, and we get to hear some good pickin' from the boys!
All of us workin’ this café
Used to work in shops in town
But it turned into a rust belt
When all the shops shut down
One of us owned this land
Couple others knew how to grow
We dug up a patch by hand
And a big garden we sowed
The road kill café
We’re right off the high way
Pull in when it's time to eat
Sit yourself down and stay
This land was off a highway
Sorted sellin’ stuff we growed
Soon we was makin’ good money
Not a single person we owed
One of our cronies is a cook
We started out sellin’ food to go
We kept gittin’ more customers
It was time that we grow!
The road kill café,
Huntin’ the highway for kills
Check ‘em out scoop ‘em up
And then slap ‘em on the grills
We cook up road kill
Check to see if it’s good
‘
Specially like it in the winter
Cuz the cold air keeps it good
We had a lot of money
Built us a small café
Customers kept rollin’ in
Makin' mighty good pay!
Authorities tried to close us
Many times we do declare!
We showed ‘em all we done to be safe
Shuttin’ us down wasn’t fair!
We went afore a food commissioner
He looked over all the facts
Tol’ us we was a-ok
And patted us on the backs!
Tol’ us we were doin’ a service
Removin’ dead off the road
Said he’d visit us sometime
Have some pie ala mode
We do ever thing ourself
Grow food, cook up the kill
Make our own pies and ice cream
So good it’ll make ya squeal!
Menu’s always different
Accordin’ to what we got
Possum stew, raccoon tacos
An' squirrel chili in the pot!
Police call us when a deer’s been hit
We sell it right off,
Roast venison on the spit
Taters, green beans, corn bread and pie alamode,
And I know too cheap it seems
But ya git it all for
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