The Burgoo Boys - The Ballad Of Elon

We're not surprised at all that the The Burgoo Boys would eventually have a political commentary song to go with their social commentary ones.  And there's much about the inclusion of Elon Musk in government to comment on. He's been somewhat out of the news since the big blow up with President Trump, but we can expect that he'll be back.  It looks like he enjoyed being in the limelight. Maybe he no longer will be satisfied to direct his attention to electric cars and rocket ships alone, but return for more to say. And when he does, somebody will probably write a song about that as well!   

 

 

There was a man from a foreign land 

Who had an ass full of money 

He took a stand, and he had a plan 

To rescue our great country 

 

 Bought a spot in the administration 

 $300 million he paid out 

To a man convicted and conflicted 

And helped the criminal win out 

 

So he got free rein with a chain saw

 And cut all the waste, fraud that he saw

 But one area that he didn’t react 

Where he had a government contract 

 

 The beauty was that he wasn’t elected 

And answered to only one man 

He ran rough shod over many 

All across this sprawling land 

 

Who in their right mind could think 

That a man from South Africa 

With beliefs in authority 

Would be good for America? 

 

We saw him jump and leap about 

Buzzed up on drugs that made him flout 

No emotional intelligence 

Lacking in due diligence 

 

He had to quit the government

 When Tesla went in the crapper 

And rocket ships for outer space 

Blew up and parts that scatter 

 

Then he threw a big hissy fit 

About the great beautiful turd 

Said it increases the deficit 

And told his ex boss all the word

 

 In a fight that was to beheld 

Two men calling names and yelled 

Elon could no way come out best

 Ended up shittin' in his nest 

 

Once he held a place of respect 

Now Elon inhabits limbo 

With the village idiot 

Calling him a bimbo! 

 

Elon has seen he has done wrong 

He’s tried and tried to kiss the ring 

But the Dumpster has wrote him off 

So Elon can’t kiss anything 

 

But with zero empathy 

With morals like an alley cat

 People can finally see 

And an ego big and fat 

 

Stick to your goddam rocket ships 

Done damage to most everyone 

With ideas of cutting cost 

And Dump is the guy that has won! 

 

 There was a man from a foreign land... 

Who had an ass full of money... 

He took a stand, and he had a plan... 

To rescue our great country 

MORE LIKE RUN IT IN THE GROUND FOR A TAX BREAK!

 

The Burgoo Boys - Feed 'Em Beans!

The Burgoo Boys give some more home-spun profound (and profane) wisdom about dealing with the complexities of life accompanied by some really fine bluegrass pickin'.  We think we've got them slowed down enough for most people to follow them. They're such virtuosos on their instruments that playing fast (warp speed fast) is not only possible, but preferable for them. These guys can burn up guitar strings and banjo skins when they really let loose! 

When beset by troubles and worries 

What helps get you get back straight and through it 

Us Burgoo boys have a foolproof way 

And it helps more than jest a little bit 

We say 

 

 Fuck 'em one and all, and feed 'em beans! 

Kill 'em all off, but spare jest six 

Them half dozen be the pallbearers 

Then hit 'em in the head with some bricks 

 

 This life can be like a hemorrhoid 

A really right pain in the ass 

Be like a stubborn kidney stone 

Hurts like hell 'til it decides to pass 

So we say 

 

Fuck 'em one and all, and feed 'em beans! 

Slap 'em long side the head, do it quick! 

No worries 'bout hurtin' them at all 

If ya can, do it with a big stick! 

 

On the job, got a prick for a boss

 That ain't such a peculiar switch 

Don't matter who they are, what they say

 Ain't nothin' but a son of a bitch 

So say to yerself 

 

Fuck 'em one and all, and feed 'em beans! 

They irritate, and it ain't no fluke! 

Ya cain't really tell 'em off that's true 

Git it out yer system 'fore ya puke! 

 

 Ain't suggestin' ya'll get violent 

Jest givin' idears to vent yer spleens 

Meet so many holier than thous 

Mealy mouthers , and drama queens 

So ya'll can say 

 

 Fuck 'em one and all, and feed 'em beans! 

Shut 'em up, gimme a goddam break 

Too many people can fuck ya over 

Take care of yerself, fer heaven's sake! 

 

 Fuck 'em one and all, and feed 'em beans!

 Kill 'em all off, but spare jest six 

Them half dozen be the pallbearers 

Then hit 'em in the head with some bricks

 

The Burgoo Boys - What The Hell Is Burgoo?

 

The Burgoo Boys figured it would happen. Hard to believe, but there are folks in this country that do not know what Burgoo is, some never hearing the word before. After getting bombarded with the same questions over and over again, they came up with this song. Burgoo is a stew that legend has it was first made in Louisville, Kentucky. There's not a stead-fast, standard recipe for making it. Pretty much what ya got ya throw in the pot! The main thing is that it's supposed to cook a long time. Some of the festival chefs start the Burgoo the day before it's to be served, and it ends up being really thick, so thick that a spoon is supposed to stand straight up in it! The Boys must've really gotten tired of the same question, because they do make their point somewhat aggressively. But it's got an authentic Bluegrass fell and beat!  

 

 

 

 

 

The Burgoo Boys is our name 

Some folks are callin' us out 

It surely is a great big pain 

To have to say what it's about 

Instead of wonderin' out loud 

What it is they never have heard 

Quit checkin' your tiktok account 

AND JUST GOOGLE THE GODDAM WORD! 

 

 We are all men from Kentucky 

The proud bluegrass state 

And if you never had burgoo 

Man, you've never really ate!

 

 It ain't no communist plot 

No right wing conspiracy 

Nothin' to do with the left 

It's just good food you see! 

People can't make the effort 

To use the tools of knowledge 

Always let themselves think the worst 

YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO TO COLLEGE! 

 

 We are all men from Kentucky 

The proud bluegrass state 

And if you never had burgoo 

Man, you've never really ate!

 

Throw some meat in a big pot 

Cook it 'til it gets really brown 

Then throw in the rest of the lot 

And let it all cook down 

Taters, okry, onions, and beans 

Maters, corn and whatever ya'll got

 Let it cook real slow 'til it gets thick 

Complicated it's not! 

 

 Burgoo first made in Kentucky 

Town of Louisville, in our state 

Get yerself a big bowl of it 

See the spoon stands up straight! 

 

Now you know what it is! 

Don't let another day pass 

Afore you have some! 

Come on down, get up off yer ass! 

OH YEAH!

 

The Burgoo Boys - Up To Yer Ass In Alligators

 The Burgoo Boys 2nd recording with Big And Tall Records,  Up To Yer Ass In Alligators, is some advice about being persistent and some examples of people in history that didn't give up. This makes sense after we found out that one of the players in the group has a Bachelor's degree in history. Plenty of knowledge there that can be used for examples. At the recording sessions, the boys kept doing take after take, trying to get the performance better. all the members of the group are virtuosos of their instruments, and they blend together for a very fine Bluegrass band. One of the takes was over 8 minutes long! The boys got through passing tunes around amongst each other! And the tempo was break neck! We finally decided to use a shorter take, as between the length of it and the speed it was played (articulation was crisp, words were plainly sung, but we were afraid it was too much for the average listener.) The recording we chose is pretty fast as well, and the boys are sue up for it! The Burgoo Boys have already started working on their next recording, which will be about Burgoo, their name sake dish!

When yer up to yer ass in alligators 

Awfully hard to remember 

The objective was to drain the swamp 

Chances of success might be slender 

 

No matter what it is, you try to do 

The unforeseen will mess you up 

So make a good plan but don’t forget

 All the things that might disrupt 

 

 Run it up the flagpole, see if it flies 

Think it all over, try to be wise 

Toss it down the old well, see if it floats 

Bring it all to life, and see if it dies!

 

 Don't matter none, what ya wanna do 

 The same routine applies 

Don't throw up yer hands and stomp away 

Gotta keep tryin', disappointment disguise 

 

Say General Washington at Valley Forge 

Throwed in the towel cuz it was so cold 

He kept at it, and persevered 

And finally whupped the British so bold 

 

Shoot it out the cannon, see if it splats! 

Don't let any set backs bring it to a halt. 

Light it up, and see if it all burns 

And to keep on tryin' sure ain't no fault 

 

How 'bout Wellington at Waterloo 

Said "There's jest too many dadgum French!" 

Imagine how the world would be different 

But he whupped Napolean, didn't flinch 

 

Jest think about in World War Two 

Where we was trapped sittin' on our butts 

At the Battle Of The Bulge with Germans 

When the American leader said NUTS! 

 

 Bring it to a head, and see if it pops! 

Keep playin' Rummy 'til you can go GIN! 

Give it a good chance, but if it flops..... 

Keep on tryin' again and again!

 

The Burgoo Boys - Road Kill Café

 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 

nineteen ninety five YEEEEHAW