Travis Whitelaw | Sexarkana!

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by Travis Whitelaw

Steve Earle and Toby Keith meet the Jerky Boys at a truck stop outside of Texarkana.
Genre: Country: Outlaw Country
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Assman
5:09 $0.99
2. Viva Mexico
2:15 $0.99
3. She Likes It (Rough)
4:37 $0.99
4. Tits or Tires
3:47 $0.99
5. I'm Hurtin' Too
3:43 $0.99
6. Reel Cowboys (Like Pussy)
4:32 $0.99
7. Titty Fuck
3:29 $0.99
8. My Bozap
1:47 $0.99
9. Touched By a Stranger
4:44 $0.99
10. As Long As I Have a Face (You've Got a Place to Sit)
3:50 $0.99
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Album Notes
Travis Whitelaw has been described as "comedy gold" and a "raunchy cowboy". He has been featured on XM-Sirius satellite radio's Raw Dog comedy show. His music might be called a cross between Unknown Hinson, Steve Earle, and the Porky’s movies. With "Sexarkana!" Travis gives America the gift of laughter in troubled times with songs about roadside massage parlors, rough sex with feminists, and whoring south of the border. While his songs are hilarious, the music is dead serious—his band members are veterans of Levon Helm's Midnight Ramble, and have worked with David Johansen, Charlie Musselwhite, and Robert Cray as well as NY faves Jesus H. Christ, Alexis Suter and California blues legend Carlos Guitarlos. This CD will make you blush AND sing along!

Review from Guitar Player magazine, Feb. 2009 issue
Travis Whitelaw
If you can imagine a roguish, Tele-totin’ singing cowboy who’s as influenced by the rebel country of Steve Earle (think “The Week of Living Dangerously”) as he is by the T&A-centric humor of the Porky’s trilogy, you’ve got Travis Whitelaw. While his greasy guitar tones and silky pedal steel textures are tasteful and twangy enough to be exports of Music Row, Whitelaw’s unabashedly un-P.C. lyrics (though witty in places) most definitely are not. Gleefully trying to blow the roof off an NC-17 rating, this funny ten-song redneck comedy collection would probably be vulgar enough to get Whitelaw run out of Nashville, were he actually based there. But before you write Sexarkana off as pure novelty, remember that whether it’s unrestrained ribaldry or something else that’s waiting to bubble up from your subconscious, sometimes the healthiest thing you can do is grab a couple of guitars, head into the studio, and [let] the bucking bull that is your id…finally burst out of its cage. Skull Bros. —Jude Gold

Some reviews from iTunes:

*****If R.Crumb had been a brilliant hillbilly musician his stuff might have sounded like this. The musicianship is truly amazing. They lyrics are disturbing and hilarious. I love this album! (Warning: Don't play this music anywhere near children, business associates or members of the clergy.)

*****OMG! If you buy only one Country CD in your life, make it this one. If you buy only two COuntry CDs in your life, buy an extra one of these & give it to your redneck uncle. Catchy, twangy, funny, and UN-PC! Perfection...don't let the wife hear it though.

*****Though an ability to put one's political correctness on hold is an absolute must for this album, it is well worth it when one just wants to enjoy a good laugh, a rollicking party or a not-so-subtle hint to one's boyfriend (see songs 3 and 10).

*****This album is amazingly funny! If you enjoy political incorrectness you'll definitely enjoy every song. Travis just vocalizes what normal folks are thinking and don't dare speak out! My personal favorite is "She Likes it Rough".

Travis Whitelaw's BIO

Roaring out of Texarkana, Travis Whitelaw's country cock-rock pounds a stake through the heart of political correctness. His songs about roadside massage parlors, rough sex with feminists, and whoring south of the border boast more hooks than a butcher's meat locker. Men might blush and women may blanch—but they’ll all sing along.

Brash, bold, uncompromising, and never afraid to take a stand against the arbiters of good taste, the “Rockin’ Redneck” delivers take-no-prisoners epics with all the subtlety of a semi loaded with hog feed crashing a toll gate. And that’s just the ballads.

Newly relocated from his native Arkansas to New York City, Travis and his crack band will soon bring his over-the-top tunes to a honky tonk near you!

City Weekly Review 9/2009

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Comic country-and-western troubadour Travis Whitelaw has a dirty mind. It’s downright filthy. Could be he’s sick. Or, maybe he’s just a lazy hack. Real funnymen can find absurdity in the day-to-day, so why does he have to work blue?

At first blush, Whitelaw’s bawdy roadhouse rockers and ballads are Larry the Cable Guy simple. He gives it to a snooty feminist (“She Likes It Rough”) and invokes the old chestnut “As Long As I Have a Face (You’ve Got a Place to Sit).” None of those seem terribly crafty, and some have that red-state stank—especially in their country context. “Reel Cowboys,” for example, concerns a Larry-esque character whose wife bamboozles him into seeing Brokeback Mountain, which, he opines, insults the sacred tradition of uber-manly Western films.

Yet “Bristol’s Baby Daddy (The Ballad of Levi’s Johnson)” ain’t the work of a blue-collar hack—it’s a Sarah Palin slam. And “Tits or Tires” (either one’ll break your heart), “Viva Mexico” (singin’ the praises of BJs in TJ) and “My Bozap” (euphemisms are universal) are pretty funny despite being misogynistic, xenophobic/hypocritical (if America’s so great, why do we have to go to Mexico for a donkey show?), and a dick joke.

Whitelaw’s songs epitomize puerility, but we laugh just like when we first heard “Barnacle Bill the Sailor,” “My Ding-A-Ling,” “The Plexiglass Toilet Song” and “Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow.” It’s because everyone, sometime, is horny, fascinated with their own genitalia, or has to do Numbers One or Two. It’s funny ‘cause it’s true.

Whitelaw’s work goes beyond that, though. There are salient social and political points in his music, not just on “Bristol.” Why, he asks, aren’t we as sick of humorless femi-nazis as we are of tight-assed conservative housefraus? One’s as shrill as the other, and often extreme in their views. Are we missing the joke in “Reel Cowboys”? Of course it’s not at all funny when Mr. Manly’s bigotry colors his vote and impinges on the happiness of gays, but watching him get dyspeptic over an offense to something he considers high art—and the thought of him squirming like a slug in a salt pile—is comedy gold.

And as for faces and places to sit, that’s just sweet devotion.

So it could be Sexarkana is some kind of utopia, where everyone is held accountable for their B.S. “I give everyone hell,” Whitelaw says. “That’s my business. On this record, I have fun with Mexicans, feminists, rub n’ tug girls in Korean massage parlors, and dumb rednecks—Ain’t nobody safe.” Whether that leads to actual social progress remains to be seen.



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I'm howling
This is a great combination: really catchy and well-crafted songs with lyrics that are...well, they're just plain WRONG. This is hysterical but lock up the kids!


Travis is God
Hilarious songs & kickass music. Can't get the tunes out of my head. Which is scary, because i'm not supposed to be singing "Tits or Tires" at the office. Get this!

Joel Newman

SEXARKANA? . .you betcha!!!
I just happened to be finishing up making a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies as I first put on “SEXARKANA” by Travis Whitelaw. I was blasting it from my music room,(the last vestiges of my adolescents), washing the dishes and drinking in the ”filth-flarn-filth” and the glorious savage sound that is Travis Whitelaw, when it occurred to me . . . “when the hell did I become such a prude, so freakin’ metro-sexual?” Did I ever embrace the Travis Whitelaw gospel? Or have I always been such a Nance? No matter, as now I have theme music to fly my ‘man flag’ to.
From the first track to the last Travis extols the virtue of what south of the Mason Dixon line life is like to the honest, hard working, red blooded American man. Refusing to submit to being a kinder, gentler cowboy or maybe it’s better said he’s unaware that there’s any other way to be or think. Every song has a hook, and every hook may offend the more sensitive among us but if one is so offended then I say you don’t posses a sense of humor.
Musically his fusion of older country/rock and roll styles is a breath of fresh air in this electronic music miasma we all listen to these days. Real cowboy licks, moan from pedal steels and real Leo Fender guitars. It’s obvious from the start that blood sweat, tears, drool and other manly fluids were the special sauce used to create this sextroverted CD.
Production wise it’s impeccable, no fancy sound effects, vocorders, or pitch correctors etc. were used to bring his undeniably masculine message across. Just raw talent from the fingers and pipes captured for our ear-gasmic pleasure.
Let’s face it what do us men have in life? We’ve got football on Sundays and maybe a beer now and again. What we really need is some damn theme music to remember back in the day when we were blissfully ignorant of what the word misogyny meant. We had set of nuts, we said what we felt, and tried to feel as much as we could.
So if you got a loogey to hock, some shit to kick or you just need to remember yer a man get this CD now! I rate it 5 out 5 SEXARKANA lone stars!!!