Non-executive Summary:
Raised on a Dairy in NE Texas, bailed a lot of hay, scrapped a lot of manure, milked a lot of cows, started writing songs, moved away to school at Texas A&M, worked as a bartender at the famous Dixie Chicken Saloon in College Stations Northgate District drank a lot of Lone Star, joined the US Air Force drank a lot of Asian beers, found a job on a scientific research drill ship, drank a lot of other foreign beers, back at Duddley's Draw on Northgate writing songs and drinking domestic.

The Rest of the Story:
Dean's songs are mostly stories about life. And there's a little truth in all of them, but as the saying goes, he never lets the truth get in the way of a good story.

"Fixin' fence and cuttin' hay, workin' in the sun all day, pray to God that it won't rain 'til the bailin' through, that old cow with the crumpled horn, has gotten down behind the barn, go get the truck, pull her out like I asked you to."

That's how it started, making up songs to keep his mind off the Texas heat and the dust and the bugs and the deafening rumble of the tractor. Dean is a third generation Texan born and raised. In fact his great-great-grandfather (mentioned in his song “As I lay Dying”) moved to Texas from Tennessee to fight for Texas independence at San Jacinto under General Rusk. Dean really never intended to leave the family Dairy in Northeast Texas, but got married too young and needed a decent job. Day man bartender at the Dixie Chicken Saloon in College Station, Texas was not that job and after getting kicked out of Texas A&M for spending more time on Northgate than in class, he joined the US Air Force to do his patriotic duty. Dean's assignment wish list was full of Texas bases, so of course they sent him to Okinawa, Japan. He hated Asian food, but was able to live off fried rice at Mickey's Billiards at 2:00am. Dean got to study more night life in Korea, Thailand, the Philippines before heading back to school for the third time. He found a job with a research drill ship and so got to study even more night life in Rio de Janerio, Brazil - Guam - Guayaquil,Ecuador - Valparaiso, Chile - Balboa and Christobol, Panama - Bremen, Germany - Gamagori and several other ports, Japan - Galveston, Mobile, San Diego, … you get the point. After going all over the place he ended up back in Texas, and back on Northgate spending a lot of time a beer tab throw from Bottle Cap Alley, next door to the Dixie Chicken, in front of the wooden indian at Duddley's Draw. He's still making up songs, and it's still hot. You can listen to more of his stuff at DeanFerrell.com if you're are so inclined.

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	Murder in the Desert Mostly true story. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.		Country
	I Knew Better Than That A lot of things are funny looking back, but that doesn't mean they were good ideas.		Country
	Bottle Cap Alley (Duddley's Draw) There's a place I hang out in at in College Station on the North side of Texas A&M. Back in the day, all "Northgate" beer joints were just that, beer only. Duddley's Draw had Guinness on Tap and a tradition formed, as they tend to do in Aggieland, of slamming small glasses of Guinness, as a fill in for shots. For some reason these were called "Raws" (nobody seems to remember why). Unfortunately times change and the rules on Northgate changed and Dudd's brought in liquor, which changed everthing.		Country
	Out on the Island In a way this is a morning after song. It makes me feel the same way as "Sunday Morning Coming Down" makes me feel. It makes me feel like I wish I would just keep my mouth shut sometimes, and it makes me fell sometimes like it's time to move on down the line.		Folk/Acoustic Rock/Americana
	Dry County Blues Believe it or not, there are counties in Texas where they don't sell beer. This usually leads to a Friday night ritual of making the trip across the river to the county line liquor store. It's strange that just across the county line, nobody seems to recognize their neighbor.		Country
	Workin' in the Sun When you grown on a farm, sometimes all you want to do is get away from there. Just like a Holstein cow, you think the grass is greener outside the fence, along the bar ditch or maybe a little further down the road. You have to find out for yourself.		Country
	Stumble It's a simple song, but it's hard to keep from stumbling sometimes. Life is tough, even if you are trying to live right.		Christian Country

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