Straight outta Crossville, Tennessee, Billy Wayne Davis deploys his experience in that small town and other places in the South to provoke laughter among city slickers. Tall tales of bad luck and legal transgressions somehow seem inherently funnier when related in a Southern drawl, and Davis excels at those. A single parent, he probably has the most hilarious bit about dropping an infant on its head. He also has some acerbically witty things to say about Seattle. Davis has opened for country-music renegade Sturgill Simpson and released an album on Jack White’s Third Man label, so you can be sure he can rock a room such as Club Comedy. by Dave Segal