Sweet Stuff

by Sweet Willie Milton

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This is "The Best of Sweet Willie Milton aka Jeffrey Scott Stewart". A Collection/Preview of Blues Music of Jeffrey Scott Stewart.

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released May 15, 2009

"Barkin' With the Big Dogs"
Lead Vocal: Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Acoustic Bass, Backing Vocal: Allan J.C. Ward
Harmonica: "Gator"
Dobro, and everything else: Denny Martin
Backing Vocal: Diane Gentes

"Take Your Mama"
Lead Vocal, Rhythm Guitar: Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Fiddle: Tim Lorsch
Lead Guitar: Rick Gordon
Bass Guitar: Michael Spellman
Drums: Kevin Kathey
Backing Vocal: Kim Winters

All Others:
All Instruments/Vocals by Jeffrey Scott Stewart

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Jeffrey Scott Stewart Houston, Texas

Originally from Southern California, and now - after sixteen years of "seasoning" in Nashville, Tennessee - based in Houston, Texas.

Jeff has had his songs heard in movies, documentaries, television and radio from Australia to Seattle to Switzerland.

Live performances feature a wide variety of original music using guitar, tenor banjo, accordion, mandolin, violin, ukelele and harmonica.
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Track Name: Barkin' With the Big Dogs
BARKIN' WITH THE BIG DOGS

A golden puppy chasin' butterflies
Across a yard full of dandelions
Doesn't stop to wonder why
It comes naturally

He hears a howling from across the fence
Calls back with a 'yelp' at best
Doesn't know what he's up against
But can't wait to be

Barkin' with the big dogs
Makin' noise with the boys next door
Talkin' that big talk
Mixin' it up, not a pup anymore
Barkin' with the big dogs

Little Jimmy, he's a three-year-old
Never seems to do like he's told
He's not bad, he's got a need to know
It's curiosity

Through the window, hears the kids at play
Wants to join 'em in their baseball game
But mama's got him stayin' in today
He can't wait to be

Barkin' with the big dogs
Makin' noise with the boys next door
Talkin' that big talk
Mixin' it up, not a pup anymore
Barkin' with the big dogs

Every puppy, every boy
Anyone with a dream
Gives it all they've got
and can't wait to be

Barkin' with the big dogs
Makin' noise with the boys next door
Talkin' that big talk
Mixin' it up, not a pup anymore
Barkin' with the big dogs

Written by Steve Trinward and Jeff Stewart
Copyright trinSongs / Blue Clover Music
Track Name: Take Your Mama
TAKE YOUR MAMA

Your taxi's waitin', your bags are packed
You say you're leavin' and you ain't comin' back
I'm down on my knees - I'm beggin' you
If you're gonna leave me honey, take your mama too

Take your mama
Don't leave her behind
Take your mama
She drives me out of my mind
Take your mama
When you leave, take your mama too

She showed up at our doorstep, suitcase in hand
Wearin' her robe and slippers, and her polyester pants
You said she'd only stay for a week or so
But Baby, that's been eleven months ago

Take your mama
Don't leave her behind
Take your mama
She drives me out of my mind
Take your mama
When you leave, take your mama too

She lays around on my couch all day
Drinkin' beer and eatin' up my take home pay
Watchin' her soaps on that old boob tube
I can't even live in my own livin' room

Take your mama
Don't leave her behind
Take your mama
She drives me out of my mind
Take your mama
When you leave, take your mama too

Written by Dave Trout and Jeff Stewart
Copyright Dave Trout / Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: I Gotta Go (It's Over)
I GOTTA GO (IT’S OVER)

I’ll keep my distance
You keep the home
Keep almost everything
But I gotta go
I gotta go
It’s just time to leave
Babe I’m sorry, but sometimes you just know . . .
and I gotta go

Don’t hate me, Honey
You know I tried
Don’t say things you’ll regret
Just say good-bye
Say good-bye
Blame it all on me
Nothin’ you could say would change my mind . . .
So just say good-bye

It’s over . . .
It’s over . . .

I’ll keep my distance
You keep the home
Keep almost everything
But I gotta go
I gotta go
It’s just time to leave
Babe I’m sorry, but sometimes you just know . . .
and I gotta go

It’s over . . .
It’s over . . .

Written by Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Copyright Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Tired of Tryin'
TIRED OF TRYIN’

I’ve been waiting
And hoping for a change
I’ve been holding on
Sure there’d come a better day

And I’m so tired . . .
I’m so tired . . .
I’m so tired . . .

Tired of tryin’ . . . to make ends meet
Tired of tryin’ . . . to make myself believe
Tired of tryin’ . . . to keep my head up high
I can’t find much reason to live . . .
and I’m tired of tryin’

I’m a loser
I’ve gone and lost my way
I’m in trouble
It's my fault and I’m ashamed

And I’m so tired . . .
I’m so tired . . .
I’m so tired . . .

Tired of tryin’ . . . to make ends meet
Tired of tryin’ . . . to make myself believe
Tired of tryin’ . . . to keep my head up high
I can’t find much reason to live . . .
and I’m tired of tryin’


Written by Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Copyright Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Flat Tire Blues
FLAT TIRE BLUES

Wait for me, Baby . . .
Baby, I’ll be comin’ soon . . .
Wait for me, Baby . . .
Baby, I’ll be comin’ soon . . .

For Pete’s sake, stop your cryin’
It’s just a case of flat tire blues

I’s on my way
I had a flat
Don’t worry ‘bout it Honey,
All I need is just a jack

Well, wait for me, Baby . . .
Baby, I’ll be comin’ soon . . .

For Pete’s sake, stop your cryin’
It’s just a case of flat tire blues

Get ready, Baby
Baby, I'll be drivin' home . . .
Get ready, Baby . . .
Baby, I’ll be drivin’ home . . .

I’ll be there ‘fore you know it
Ain’t got those flat tire blues no mo’

Get ready, Baby . . .
Baby, I’ll be drivin’ home . . .
Get ready, Baby . . .
Baby, I’ll be drivin’ home . . .

I’ll be there before you know it
Ain’t got those flat tire blues
Ain’t got those flat tire blues
Ain’t got those flat tire blues no mo’



Written by Jeff Stewart and Bill Warrington
Copyright 2006 Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
/ Bill Warrington Music (BMI)
Track Name: Love By The Minute
LOVE BY THE MINUTE

There's a place that I know about
It's in a rundown section across the town
They're makin' love by the minute
Love by the minute

It's a good place to leave your blues
You don't even have to take off your shoes
They're makin' love by the minute

You can walk right in and choose your own
Or use your credit card number over the phone
But they'd love to take your money
Love to take your money

You can do whatever you want
Just as long as you pay up front
'Cause they'd love to take your money

They're makin' love by the minute
They're makin' love by the minute
Love by the minute

She'll try to tell ya' that it ain't even work
You're so much better at lovin' than them other jerks
And ya' know you're kind of special
You know you're kind of special

She'll be tellin' you just what she's feelin'
Then you turn over and you read on the ceilin'
"You know you're kind of special"

She's makin' love by the minute
She's makin' love by the minute
Love by the minute

Written by Jeff Stewart
Copyright Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Flowers On Your Grave
FLOWERS ON YOUR GRAVE

I've been tryin' to tell you, better watch your wicked ways
Keep doin' what you're doin', and count your days
Now you don't have to listen, I know you've heard it all before
So all I'm gonna say, is I'll put flowers on your grave

I've grown tired of watiing for your attitude to change
Sometimes I thought you'd grown up, but no, you're just the same
I guess you just won't listen, you think you've heard it all before
So all I'm gonna say, is I'll put flowers on your grave

I'll put flowers on your grave
And there'll be teardrops in my eyes
I'll be so sad when you pass away
But I won't be surprised

You don't seem to worry, you just take another pill
Smoke, snort, sniff or drink, whatever gets the thrill
Now you don't have to listen, I know you think I'm just no fun
But I have to wonder still, just how much pain you plan to kill

If you can't see to stop it, at least just stop until
You get yourself a lawyer, and write yourself a will
Now you don't have to listen, I know you think I'm just no fun
but I have to wonder still, just how much pain you plan to kill

I'll put flowers on your grave
And there'll be teardrops in my eyes
I'll be so sad when you pass away
But I won't be surprised

I'll put flowers on your grave
And there'll be teardrops in my eyes
I'll be so sad
But I won't be surprised

Written by Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Copyright Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Giving In
GIVING IN

Maybe we shouldn't or maybe we should
I'm tired of what's right - let's do what's good
(I) don't want to listen to the voice in my head
(I) don't want to leave, I want to hold you instead

Giving in . . .
Giving in to temptation
Giving in . . .
Giving in to temptation is easy
And it's too hard, it's too hard to be strong

Caught up in passion - we can't get away
But don't try too hard 'cause I want you to stay
Don't listen to reason it'll tear us apart
Let's make believe that this comes from the heart

Giving in . . .
Giving in to temptation
Giving in . . .
Giving in to temptation is easy
And it's too hard, it's too hard to be strong

Somebody needs you, he's cryin' at home
But I need you better don't leave me alone
Stay where you are - I know it's a sin
I'm taking what's taken, and you're givin' in

Giving in . . .
Giving in to temptation
Giving in . . .
Giving in to temptation completely
And it feels so right, it feels so right to do wrong

Written by Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Copyright Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Playin' Doctor
PLAYIN' DOCTOR

You've got the fever
I can see you're feelin' chilled
I've got somethin' for you
And it's better than your pills

Open up now, woman
Open up and let me in
I can make you better
I can make you better again

I caught the fever
You can see it in my eyes
It's climbing fast now
You can feel it on the rise

Open up now, woman
Open up and let me in
You can make me better
You can make me better again

Remember playin' doctor when we were kids?
Out behind the bushes, doin' things that doctors did
Now I make house calls, I'm on duty all the time
But I've got a busy schedule - show me yours, I'll
show you mine

Open up now, woman
Open up and let me in
I can make you better
I can make you better again

Written by Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Copyright Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Same Dog
SAME DOG

I know your tears are ‘bout to fall
And I can see that you’ve been burned
Your heart is broken, but you’re young
My friend, you’ve got a lot to learn
So let me give you some advice
- Don't let the same dog bite you twice

Lovers sometimes do ya' wrong
Sometimes bring ya' to your knees
So when ya' find yourself down
Beggin' baby, baby please
Just remember my advice
- Don't let the same dog bite you twice

Written by Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Copyright Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: I Want You Bad
I WANT YOU BAD

I want you bad
I want you bad
I want you so, so, so, so bad

I miss your touch
I miss your touch
Woman, I miss your love

I could use my 'magination
But that ain't no good substitute
I've been waiting, and I've been patient
But I'm in need . . . in need of you

I love you more
I love you more
I love you more and more and more

I miss your touch
I miss your touch
Woman I miss your love

I could use my 'magination
But that ain't no good substitute
I've been waiting, and I've been patient
But I'm in need . . . in need of you

I want you bad
I want you bad
I want you so, so, so, so bad

I want you so, so, so, so bad


Written by Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Copyright Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Sweet Stuff
SWEET STUFF

I don't need
No fancy cars
Don't need no mansion on the hill

I got all
A man could want
Even when I can't pay my bills

I get a hold of my "Sweet Stuff"
Fills me up with that good love
I get a hold of my "Sweet Stuff"
And start to feelin' good

When I'm down
She lifts me up
Gives me what I'm lookin' for

Somehow she knows
What I need
When the blues come knockin' at my door

I get a hold of my "Sweet Stuff"
Fills me up with that good love
I get a hold of my "Sweet Stuff"
And start to feelin' good

When I move
Up and down her neck
She responds in ecstasy

Sometimes it seems
Almost as good as sex
What my music does for me

I get a hold of my "Sweet Stuff"
Fills me up with that good love
I get a hold of my "Sweet Stuff"
And start to feelin' good

Written by Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Copyright Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)