The Return Of Richard’s Biscuit - J. A. Mills (SOCAN) Well------------ll I feel I feel so good, I got to boogie, ‘Till the break of day Verse 1 Gonna do a little boogie, For a guy I knew A mighty man Known as Richard Newell He did the Boogie, and when Richard did the boogie, he didn’t do no ordinary boogie He did the vibratin’, pulsatin’, oscillatin’, agitatin’, circulatin’, gyratin’, palpitatin’, leg breakin’ hip-shakin’ back bacon boogie ‘till the break a day Verse 2 He tore the playhouse down, did the boogie walk too A little barefoot rock, and got down on the blues Do the Boogie The vibratin’, pulsatin’, oscillatin’, agitatin’, circulatin’, gyratin’, palpitatin’, leg breakin’ hip-shakin’ back bacon boogie ‘till the break a day I tell you people the first time I pulled into the driveway at East 25th street the front door opened and there stood the mighty King Biscuit Boy with a toasted fried egg sandwich in one hand and a harmonica in the other. He said come on in here Johnny and let me have a look at you. As I stepped inside his house Richard raised his arms, and started shakin’ his hands while he sang along with the stereo “You got the boogie disease son, a penicillin shot can’t help you, you might get better but you’ll never get well”. Why it was none other than the good doctor talking, the one and only Dr. Isaiah Ross singing “Boogie Disease”, “Chicago Breakdown”, Memphis Boogie”, “Polly Put The Kettle On” I was so inspired I went and got my guitar out of the truck, and we started jamming along with the good doctor’s record like this here. Man this doctor’s boogie is hayseed deluxe, I closed my eyes and swore I saw chickens in the barnyard doing the peck and cluck, it felt so good I could of played that boogie all day, but Richard turned to me and said “Johnny there’s all kinds of boogie to hear, and plenty more boogie to play, so take two aspirins and send the doctor on his way. ” Verse 3 Gonna boogie for the doctor Boogie for the nurse Gonna keep on boogiein’ ‘till they roll me in a hearse Boogie, let’s boogie awhile Do the vibratin’, pulsatin’, oscillatin’, agitatin’, circulatin’, gyratin’, palpitatin’, leg breakin’ hip-shakin’ back bacon, bald-head rhumba boogie ‘till the break of day Right about that time Richard put on some John Lee Hooker recordings from 1948 in Detroit City and as we listened to John Lee’s “Original Boogie”, “The Henry Swing Club”, “Boogie Chillun”, and my feet started movin’, my body started groovin’ to one man and one guitar making more boogie than a 12 piece band. I do believe I’ll play a little John Lee and try to reenact the moment for you all. Hey it’s the House Rent Boogie ... A nickle is a nickle, a dime is a dime A house full of children, now one of them’s mine You got to bundle up and go Mama killed a chicken, thought it was a duck Put it on the table, with it’s legs stickin’ up You got to bundle up and go The little red rooster and the little red hen met at the barn about half past ten Bundle up and go Let’s do the boogie About the same year John Lee recorded Boogie Chillun there was a guy named Arthur “Guitar Boogie” Smith that recorded the “Guitar Boogie”.. Just about every guitar player since then has been playing a version of it and here’s mine... That’s the story of how I learned to boogie from Richard Newell known as The King Biscuit Boy from Hamilton

I Ain’t Gonna Dust My Broom Again (J.A. Mills - SOCAN) 1st Verse I used to get up in the morning, all alone and dust my broom I used to get up in the morning, all alone and dust my broom Until the clean up woman showed me how to sweep the room 2nd Verse She cooked up a snack back at her snack Washed my clothes and hung them on a rack Filled up the tub and my back got scrubbed Then she dried my body and gave me a rub But when she grabbed my hand and said “Come on man” It was right through the bedroom door I heard her nightgown just hit the floor I’m her rooster and she’s my hen and I ain’t gonna dust my broom again 1st Solo 3rd Verse Now Robert Johnson wrote Dust My Broom But he was just hurtin’ with the roosters blues Until he got a hen to come and make it right Then eggs got laid in the house that night As sure as five and five makes ten I ain’t gonna dust my broom again It don’t matter if I’m rich or poor I ain’t gonna dust my broom no more 2nd Solo - (Ad Lib vocal in middle of 2nd Solo) Shake your money maker baby When you shake it I can’t take it Tags I ain’t gonna dust my broom no more I ain’t gonna dust my broom no more I’m her rooster and she’s my hen and I ain’t gonna dust my broom again I ain’t gonna dust my broom no more I ain’t gonna dust my broom no more As sure as five and five makes ten I ain’t gonna dust my broom again I made that gal my wife and friend and I ain’t gonna dust my broom again I’m her rooster and she’s my hen and I ain’t gonna dust my broom again

I’ve Got To Get Back To My Squeeze (J.A. Mills - SOCAN) 1st Verse I’m out here on the road, but honey I’m coming home Long distance love an the telephone, just don’t cut it no more You see I’m missin’, all the hugs and kissin Baby you know it’s you, I’ve got to get back to my squeeze She loves to tease and please She’s a one of a kind girl, a real star attraction I get a feelin’ of real satisfaction, from my squeeze Solo 2nd Verse I play from town to town, layin’ my blues down Six months on this old highway, and I just can’t take it no more I’ve got to get back to your lovin’ hold I’ve been away so long, I’m startin’ to get cold From the lack of love, it’s your touch I’m dreamin’ of When I hold you close there’s a positive reaction, I get a feelin’ of real satisfaction, from my squeeze She knocks me to my knees Modulation Tags Out Step back, and get yourself back on track I’ve been gone much too long Step back, and get yourself back on track I’m tired of wakin’ up all alone Step back, and get yourself back on track Honey I’m comin’ home Step back, and get yourself back on track

Suicide Bomber Blues (J. A. Mills-SOCAN) Verse 1 Osama, Osama, don’t drop no suicide bomber on me I’m just a working man, tryin’ the best I can, to raise my family You put Islam under suspicion by exploiting Allah’s wisdom, to spread hate and deceit Verse 2 There’s been tacit manipulation, in the soul of civilization, since the dawn of history With more laws and rules to break, it gets easier to take control of you and me Be it politics, or religion, you’ll always find some tactician, scripting the scene (adLib: yea, the haves and the have nots) Verse 3 There’s no shortage of contenders, trying to get us to surrender on bended knees How much blood’s been spilled, how many must be killed before we live in peace and harmony It was innocent children, mothers and fathers, murdered by those suicide bombers and that’s a painfull reality Slide Solo Verse 4 When you live in those ivory towers, smoking on the pipe of power, it plants intoxicating seeds The remnants we leave our descendants, validates our acceptance of lust and greed Some say great leader, others say bottom feeder, based on the propaganda you chose to belief Fade (vamping signature riff ) Osama, don’t drop no suicide bomber on me

Living On The Outside (J. A. Mills) Verse 1 I’m on the outside, looking in A good man going bad, drinking from the rivers of sin Haunted by the things I’ve done and what I might become Oh, living on the outside, Lord, looking in Verse 2 Ridin’ shotgun in the shadows, lives the man I use to be Seduced by pleasures, that stripped me of my dignity Stone-blind, fooling myself, can’t blame nobody else Oh Lord, living on the outside, looking in Verse 3 My woman’s at home, the children are warm and safe She’s curled up in bed, wiping tears from her face Tired of being my crutch, Lord I miss her lovin’ touch Living on the outside, lookin’ in Solo Verse 4 Wounded and shaken, tormented by my dreams Oh, the man in the mirror, silently screams For an answer to a prayer, so tired of playing soltaire Oh Lord, living on the outside vamp out on intro riff I don’t want to be on the outside, looking in People I’m living on the outside One day the sun’s gonna shine, Shine down on me and mine Brighter days will surely come, everybody else is having fun, I’m on the outside, Lookin’ in

I’m Cryin’ (J.A. Mills and R.A. Newell - SOCAN) 1st Verse Oh, I’m Cryin’ Oh, I’m Cryin’ All the boys and girls Livin’ in this great big world Ain’t got no shoes on their feet Ain’t got nothin’ to eat Ain’t got no place to sleep Livin’ out in the street Lord it makes me want to weep 2nd Verse Oh, I’m Cryin’ Oh, I’m Cryin’ It’s a hard reality Livin’ in poverty In the land of the liberty Pollyanna looks to you and me For a helping hand, not charity No one there to hear her pleas Lord it makes me want to scream Solo during the modulation 2 part back-up vocals sing Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh

Let The Door Hit You Baby (J.A. Mills and R.A. Newell - SOCAN) 1st Verse Your friends told me all about your no good intentions and your mama told me too, but I didn’t pay attention Until a man called horse started to sing Honey you left the cake out in the rain Let the door hit you baby Where the dog bit you baby Let the door hit you baby That’s it, we gotta split 2nd Verse I gave you my heart and you stopped it pumpin’ If you were a man, baby, I’d give you a good thumpin’ You say you’re from Venus, I say you’re from hell I never met a woman who could torment that well Let the door hit you baby Where the dog bit you baby Let the door hit you baby That’s it, we gotta split Solo 3rd Verse Living with you has been just like a dream You’re a nightmare come true complete with the screams Pack up your things, and don’t make no fuss This house ain’t big enough for the two of us Let the door hit you baby Where the dog bit you baby Let the door hit you baby That’s it, we gotta split

Wrapped Around Your Finger (J.A. Mills and R.A. Newell - SOCAN) The worst hurt comes when you finally realise It’s the end Now here I stand a broken man, Wrapped around your finger just the same 1st verse I was flyin’ down to Mexico, the day that I lost you Then the airline lost my luggage, and I got robbed in Vera Cruz The worst hurt comes when you finally realise It’s the end Now here I stand a broken man, Wrapped around your finger just the same 2nd verse You know I went around the world trying to find a replacement I searched the four corners all the way from the penthouse to the basement The worst hurt comes when you finally realise It’s the end Now here I stand a broken man, Wrapped around your finger just the same Solo 3rd verse You know I gave my situation, a thorough examination And in my final dissertation, I just can’t stand this separation The worst hurt comes when you finally realise It’s the end Now here I stand a broken man, Wrapped around your finger just the same Tag Now here I stand a broken man, Wrapped around your finger just the same Now here I stand a broken man, Wrapped around your finger just the same

Missin’ The Flu (J.A. Mills - SOCAN) 1st Verse I rolled into town late last night, and got busted by the heat I got a $50 fine for the bottle of wine, you left tucked under my back seat When I got home I saw that you were gone, and so was my money and luck You took the rod and reel I had stashed in the back of my Chevy pick up truck It was right about then that I wanted to cry, but it wasn’t tears for you, I got soap in my eyes while washin’ my hair ‘cause you took all the damn shampoo Do you miss havin’ the flu, honey that’s how I’m missin’ you And if your phone ain’t ringin’ that’s fine, that’ll be me, on the end of your line Well I heard from a friend of a friend of mine that ya’ll went back to T.O. I had a good laugh at the thought of that, ‘cause that’s one place you hate to go I ain’t mad ‘cause you up and left, I really didn’t want you to stay Swappin’ that rod and reel for some peace and quiet, was the best deal I made all day Do you miss havin’ the flu, honey that’s how I’m missin’ you And if your phone ain’t ringin’ that’s fine, that’ll be me, on the end of your line Yea honey if your phone ain’t ringin’, that’ll be me callin’ Solo Tag out Do you miss havin’ the flu, honey that’s how I’m missin’ you And if your phone ain’t ringin’ that’s fine, that’ll be me, on the end of your line