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https://ladyjhuston.com CREDITS: Executive Producer: Cyrus L Wingate Jr Producer, Arranger: Lady J Huston MUSICIANS: Lady J Huston: Lead & Background Vocals, Trumpet Andrea Rohlehr: Background Vocals Ben Shafer: Tenor Sax Darryl Bassett: Rhythm Guitar Frank Dunbar: Bass Guitar James Gugle: Drums Jason Cooper: Lead Guitar Marion L. Winer III: Baritone Sax Wade Long: Electronic Keyboards, Background Vocals ENGINEERS: Lead Engineer: Marcus Leonard, The Midi Room Mastering Engineer: Jim Godsey, JBG Audio SONG SYNOPSIS: “I added extended bars to the traditional blues progression with some smoking horns while yearning for my man to Call Me!” -- Lady J Huston ----- YOUR CALL by Joyce A. Huston © 1984 ℗ Lady J Huston Music (BMI) 2023 I'm just sitting here waiting for Your Call (Sitting here waiting for Your Call) I'm sitting here waiting for Your Call (Sitting here waiting on Your Call) It really doesn't matter what time, but my phone ain't ringing at all (At all) Ooh, ah In the morning, when I'm waiting for that bell to ring, ting-a-ling (Ting-a ting-a-ling) In the morning, when I'm waiting for that bell to ring, ting-a-ling (Ting-a ting-a-ling) I'm sitting here all alone, waiting patiently by the phone I can't stand this being alone at home Don't leave, don't leave me this way ‘Cause I really need to hear you say (Really need) In that sweet old, sexy way Uhm aw, uhm aw, uhm, I love you (Love you) And I need you (Need you) Oh baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I'm just sitting here waiting for Your Call (Sitting here waiting for Your Call) I'm sitting here waiting for Your Call (Sitting here waiting on Your Call) It really doesn't matter what time, but my phone ain’t ringing at all (At all) I'm just sitting here waiting for Your Call (Sitting here waiting for Your Call) I'm just sitting here waiting for Your Call (Sitting here waiting on Your Call) It really doesn't matter what time, just as long as you make the call (Your Call)

https://ladyjhuston.com/ CREDITS: Executive Producer: Cyrus L Wingate Jr Producer, Arranger: Lady J Huston MUSICIANS: Lady J Huston: Lead and Background Vocals, Trumpet Andrea Rohlehr: Background Vocals Ben Shafer: Tenor Sax Charles Smotherson Jr.: Drums Darryl Bassett: Rhythm Guitar Frank Dunbar: Bass Guitar Jason Cooper: Lead Guitar Marion L. Winer III: Baritone Sax Wade Long: Electronic Keyboards, Background Vocals ENGINEERS: Lead Engineer: Marcus Leonard, The Midi Room Mastering Engineer: Jim Godsey, JBG Audio SONG SYNOPSIS: “This has some naughtiness in it if you pay close attention to the lyrics. My background singers felt a certain kind of way about a few of the lines which really tickled me. The lyrics were written with my former manager in Las Vegas, Z. Lipsky.” -- Lady J Huston ----- MEAN STUD LOVER'S BLUES By Joyce A. Huston, Zalma Lipsky © 2008 ℗ Lady J Huston Music (BMI) 2023 I got the Mean Stud Lover's Blues My toes are curlin’ down in my shoes He played me like his puppeteer Playing dirty just ain't fair Oh boy, I got that Mean Stud Lover's Blues He feeds me soul food (Soul food) Tastes my honey too That thrill me, chill me kinda guy A wicked strut that money can buy (Wicked strut) A fancy dude, with an attitude I'm coming down to his house again (Ooh) I can't wait to get my lovin’ I'm moving, moving, moving, moving in, yeah He can take me upstairs, downstairs too But it's in his basement of love That we rock-a, cock-a-doodle-do (Doodle-do) I got the grooves for his moves (For his moves) He's the rooster I'm the hen, chasing each other around our love den (Ooh) Again, and again, and again, and again, and again (Again and again and again) I got the Mean Stud Lover's Blues (Mean Stud Lover's Blues) My toes are curlin’ down in my shoes He played me like a puppeteer (Puppeteer) Playing dirty just ain't fair (Just ain't fair) Oh boy, I got that Mean Stud Lover's Blues I got the Mean Stud Lover's Blues (Mean Stud Lover's Blues) My toes are curlin’ down in my shoes He played me like his puppeteer (Puppeteer) Playing dirty just ain't fair (Just ain't fair) Oh boy, I got that Mean Stud Lover's Blues (Ooh) You know what he’ll do girls? He will scratch my back (Scratch my back) And rub my feet, fix me fried chicken with plenty to eat I like the white meat and dark meat too In fact, any kind of meat’ll do That's the steamy hot, Mean Stud Lover's Blues (Ooh) I said he keeps me wanting for that whoa baby For that low down, Mean Stud Lover's Blues (Mean Stud Lover's Blues)

https://ladyjhuston.com/ CREDITS: Executive Producer: Cyrus L Wingate Jr Producer, Arranger: Lady J Huston MUSICIANS: Lady J Huston: Lead & Background Vocals, Trumpet Andrea Rohlehr: Background Vocals Ashton Channing Proctor: Rhythm Guitar Ben Shafer: Tenor Sax Bwayne Smotherson: Background Vocals Charles Smotherson Jr.: Drums Darryl Bassett: Lead Guitar Frank Dunbar: Bass Guitar Jocelyn Rugaber: Electronic Keyboards Marion L. Winer III: Baritone Sax Wade Long: Electronic Keyboards ENGINEERS: Lead Engineer: Marcus Leonard, The Midi Room Engineer: Jacob Detering, Red Pill Recording Studio Mastering Engineer: Jim Godsey, JBG Audio SONG SYNOPSIS: “This is in tribute to my mother Loyce Pickens Huston (R.I.P.). She recorded it in 1963 with her manager/pianist/songwriter Chick Finney, which landed on the charts in St. Louis, MO. Finney is an alumni of Miles Davis.” --- Lady J Huston ----- I WANT A MAN LIKE THAT By CJ Finney, Lou Lutour © 1963 ℗ Chic-Finn Music (BMI) 2023 I want a man to love me day and night Always to be my loving man Yes girls, I Want a Man, and a man Like That I want a man to treat me nice and kind And always to be my, kindhearted man Yes girls, I Want a Man, and a man Like That He must have a way of lovin’ That thrills me all the time Gives me everything he's got He must be just like a man (Just like a man) ‘Cause a playboy won't do (Playboy won't do) Girls don't be no fool I want a man that never likes to roam Brings all that money home, I love that man Yes girls, I Want a Man, and a man Like That He must have a way of lovin’ That thrills me all the time Gives me everything he's got He must be just like a man (Just like a man) ‘Cause a playboy won't do (Playboy won't do) Girls don't be no fool (Don't be no fool!) I want a man that never likes to roam Brings all that money home, I love that man Yes girls, I Want a Man, and a man Like That Whoa, I want a man, oh, I need a man Whoa, I Want a Man, man Like That

https://ladyjhuston.com/ CREDITS: Executive Producer: Cyrus L Wingate Jr Producer, Arranger: Lady J Huston MUSICIANS: Lady J Huston: Lead and Background Vocals, Flugelhorn, Percussion Anna C. Allen: Background Vocals DC Unlimited Band (1984) Rosetta Y. Blaine: Background Vocals ENGINEERS: Lead Engineer: Marcus Leonard, The Midi Room Mastering Engineer: Jim Godsey, JBG Audio SONG SYNOPSIS: “This ballad is a true love story about falling in-love with a married man. I thought he was going to end the marriage, but he was just stringing me along. It was a very painful experience & a life lesson I never repeated. In 1984 while living in Washington, DC, the song was recorded on reel-to-reel with the DC Unlimited Band, other layers were added in Las Vegas years later. The reels were recently digitized & we re-recorded the vocals in 2023!” — Lady J Huston ----- TEARING ME APART By Joyce A. Huston © 1984 ℗ Lady J Huston Music (BMI) 2023 Here we are back together again I just don't ever seem, to ever win, oh no Because baby number two Is not what I want between me and you Oh, when you love me so right I want you to be with me all night Baby when you go home to your wife, I can't even put up a fight But it's Tearing Me Apart, Tearing Me Apart, Tearing Me Apart Baby when you go home to your wife, I can't even put up a fight But it's Tearing Me Apart, Tearing Me Apart, Tearing Me Apart Oh, every time I have the strength to leave You come and put that good lovin’ on me Well, it just won't work no more I'm getting tired of you walking out that front door Just when it's really getting good to me You say I'm sorry baby but I got to leave Baby when you go home to your wife, I can't even put up a fight But it's Tearing Me Apart, Tearing Me Apart, Tearing Me Apart Whoa, baby when you go home to your wife, I can't even put up a fight But it's Tearing Me Apart, Tearing Me Apart, Tearing Me Apart Whoa, baby oh baby, I just can't, I just can't, take it no more Well, it's Tearing Me Apart, you keep playing with my heart Oh, don't you know I need you baby, I gots to, gots to have you baby Well, it's Tearing Me Apart, say, ooh You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know Hey baby, baby, baby; hey baby, baby, baby; hey baby, uhm Oh, whoa, baby when you go home to your wife, I can't even put up a fight But it's Tearing Me Apart, Tearing Me Apart, Tearing Me Apart Whoa, baby when you go home to your wife, I can't even put up a fight But it's Tearing Me Apart

https://ladyjhuston.com/ CREDITS: Executive Producer: Cyrus L Wingate Jr Producer, Arranger: Lady J Huston MUSICIANS: Lady J Huston: Lead and Background Vocals, Trumpet Andrea Rohlehr: Background Vocals Ben Shafer: Tenor Sax Charles Smotherson Jr.: Drums Darryl Bassett: Rhythm Guitar Frank Dunbar: Bass Guitar Jason Cooper: Lead Guitar Marion L. Winer III: Baritone Sax Wade Long: Electronic Keyboards, Background Vocals ENGINEERS: Lead Engineer: Marcus Leonard, The Midi Room Mastering Engineer: Jim Godsey, JBG Audio SONG SYNOPSIS: “Having toured & more with the originator of this song, Albert King, it was one of my favorites that I never tired of playing night after night on the road. I added a few extra touches of my soul to this classic hit record. King influenced a few other tracks on this album as well.” -- Lady J Huston ----- BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN By Booker T. Jones, William Bell © 1967 ℗ Universal Music Pub Group (BMI) 2023 Hey y’all uhm Born Under a Bad Sign, I’ve been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all (Whoa, bad, bad so bad) Hard luck and trouble is my only friend I’ve been on my own, ever since I was ten Born Under a Bad Sign, I’ve been down since I began to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all (Whoa, bad, bad so bad) I can't read, I never learned how to write My whole life has been one big fight Born Under a Bad Sign, I’ve been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all (Whoa, bad, bad so bad) Listen, wine and men is all I crave A big fine man is gonna carry me to my grave Born Under a Bad Sign, I’ve been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no kind of luck (Whoa) If it wasn’t for real bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all, no (Whoa) Talking about bad luck, I’ve been having bad luck all of my days Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh y’all, I said bad luck Alright now, I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’ about bad luck Alright, come on y’all I said yeah (Yeah), I said yeah (Yeah) I said yeah (Yeah), I said yeah (Yeah) I said yeah (Yeah), I said yeah (Yeah) I said yeah (Yeah), I said it is bad luck Oh yeah (Bad luck)

https://ladyjhuston.com CREDITS: Executive Producer: Cyrus L Wingate Jr Producer, Arranger: Lady J Huston MUSICIANS: Lady J Huston: Lead & Background Vocals, Trumpet Frank Dunbar: Bass Guitar Marion L. Winer III: Tenor Sax, Background Vocals Paul Niehaus IV: Lead Guitar, background Vocals Sterling Lloyd: Drums, Background Vocals Wade Long: Electronic Keyboards, Acoustic Piano ENGINEERS: Lead Engineer: Paul Niehaus, IV, Blue Lotus Mixing Engineer & Studio: Marcus Leonard, The Midi Room (Remix) Mastering Engineer: Jim Godsey, JBG Audio SONG SYNOPSIS: “This won the 2021 National Blues Museum’s Pandemic Blues Songwriting Competition. The song speaks to the human spirit and helps to release the frustration through song and dance. The upbeat groove and hook makes listeners feel like partying the night away and ready to embrace our new normal.” -- Lady J Huston ----- CORONA YOU MAKE ME SICK! by Joyce A. Huston © 2021 ℗ Lady J Huston Music (BMI) 2023 Corona You Make Me Sick! I said, Corona You Make Me Sick! Get off my chest, get out of my head I don't wanna be dead I said Corona You Make Me Sick! (Rona, rona, you make me sick) I say Corona You Make Me Sick! (Ooh rona, rona, you make me sick) I'm quarantined, I'm home alone (Ooh, ah, ooh) All I do is moan (Rona rona, no no) Vaccination across the nation, oh I said Corona You Make Me Sick! (Rona, rona, you make me sick) I say Corona You Make Me Sick! (Ooh rona, rona, you make me sick) Get off my chest, get out of my head (Ooh, ah, ooh) I don't wanna be dead (Rona, rona, no no) Corona You Make Me Sick! Social distancing yeah oh, self-isolating, oh Telling me lies, don't know what to do Oh, Corona You Make Me Sick!

https://ladyjhuston.com CREDITS: Executive Producer: Cyrus L Wingate Jr Producer, Arranger: Lady J Huston MUSICIANS: Lady J Huston: Vocals, Trumpet Solo, 4th Trumpet Paul Niehaus IV: Lead Guitar THE JAZZ EDGE ORCHESTRA BAND: Thomas Moore: Rhythm Guitar, Band Leader Alexis Adams: Electronic Keyboards Theodore B. Terry II: Bass Guitar Eddie L. Brown: Drums Larry M. Edwards: Percussion Bill Simpson: 1st Trumpet Charles E. Rose: 2nd Trumpet Brady Lewis: 3rd Trumpet William Jeffries: 1st & 2nd Trombone Andrew J. Schiefelbein: 3rd & 4th Bass Trombone Charles T. Staton, Jr.: 1st Alto Sax Anthony Hill: 2nd Alto Sax Errol M. Belt: 1st & 2nd Tenor Sax Dr. Don Cook, Sr.: Baritone Sax ENGINEERS: Lead Engineer: Paul Niehaus, IV, Blue Lotus Mixing Engineer & Studio: Marcus Leonard, The Midi Room (Remix) Mastering Engineer: Jim Godsey, JBG Audio SONG SYNOPSIS: “This true love story of heartache to redemption was originally released in 2019 on the St. Louis Blues Society’s “18 in 18” compilation CD. It’s a Blues ballad with layers of Jazz and an up-tempo Funk interlude performed with the 18-piece, Jazz Edge Orchestra. The song placed as a semi-finalist in the International Songwriting Competition.” -- Lady J Huston ----- HIDE-AWAY by Joyce A. Huston © 1984 ℗ Lady J Huston Music (BMI) 2023 Um, I'm looking for a Hide-Away Somewhere I can go and play I'm searching for a home A place to go when I want to be alone But it's so disgusting When a lovely place says there's no leasing But you, you just must wait they say But I can't naw, I've got to find a Hide-Away Uhum, my baby has left me, so I left town in a flash, yeah From a woman who’s not worthy, but she's got all of the cash It's not fair, no, but I found my new Hide-Away My baby has left me, so I left town in a flash, yeah From a woman who’s not worthy, but she's got all of the cash It's not fair, no, but I found my new Hide-Away No more moving in, no more moving out I'm leaving you and this town without a doubt, yeah In and out of bed, you're messing with my head In a few days I'll find my Hide-Away, uh It wasn't fair, no, but I found my new Hide-Away, yeah Get out, you know it's over Leave me alone, for you and me Square biz, surely is, leave me alone, I found my new home It wasn't fair, no, but I found my new Hide-Away Yeah, oh, yeah, uhm My baby has left me, so I left town in a flash From a woman who's not worthy, but she's got all of the cash It wasn’t fair no, but I found my new Hide-Away!