Sweet Stuff

by Sweet Willie Milton

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1.
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
2.
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)
3.
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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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03:32
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)
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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)
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02:43
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)
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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)
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02:57
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)

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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, ukulele and harmonica.
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