Blowin' Flour at the Mill

high-energy, progressive bluegrass | Rooted in traditional Appalachian folk | dazzling musicianship & a driving, fast-paced hillbilly style | clear, engaging male lead vocal, backed by crisp, tight high-lonesome tenor harmonies from the entire band | Five-String Banjo | flatpicked steel-string acoustic guitar | Mandolin | Upright Bass | Song starts with a single acoustic guitar strum and leisurely band harmony vocal on the song title “Blowin’ flour At The Mill” before the band blazes in | foot stomping on the song is an organic, high-energy rhythmic element that drives the traditional bluegrass tune | lots of hooks | melodic |catchy | memorable | song ends at outro & lyrics & singing does not continue or repeat after outro | END SONG AFTER OUTRO!

[Intro]

[Long Intro]

[Intro]
“Blowin’ flour at the mill…”
“Blowin’ flour at the mill…”
“Blowin’ flour at the mill…”

[Verse 1]
Down by the creek where the old wheel turns, 
There’s a little white house where the flour dust burns, 
The miller’s boy said, “I don’t mean to boast
 I’ll make the whole valley believe in ghosts”
He climbed in the rafters with a sack on his back, 
Covered up his boots and he blacked out the cracks, 
Waited real quiet to put the villagers to shame, 
Blew up the flour and like a ghost he came.

[Chorus]
Blowin’ flour at the mill! 
That’s the way we got our thrill!
 Jumpin’ from the rafters while we held our breath, 
Scarin’ poor Aunt Sally half to death!
Blowin’ flour at the mill! 
White as snow and an evening chill! 
You can run from a shadow, rely on your free will, 
But you can’t outscare a ghost from the old flour mill!

[Verse 2]
Old Uncle Jed came carrying a sack, 
Talking about taxes and a pain in his back, 
He heard a whisper and a terrible moan,
 Then a white apparition came flying down the stone.
He dropped his lantern, he dropped his cane, 
He left his best Sunday hat in the pouring grain, 
When they found him later by the old fence post, 
He said, “I ain’t afraid… I ain’t afraid of no ghost!”

[Chorus]
Blowin’ flour at the mill! 
That’s the way we got our thrill! 
A little bit of mischief, a little bit of fright, 
A little bit of Saturday into Sunday night!
Blowin’ flour at the mill! 
Hear that banjo on the windowsill! 
If you hear a bump and the rafters shake, 
Better check your boots before you start to quake!

[Bridge]
They painted the porch with a haint blue hue, 
Said, “That’ll keep old spirits from passing through.” 
Don’t whistle in the darkness, don’t call out twice, 
Don’t go chasing shadows through the cold moonlight.
But if a white ghost falls from the rafters above, 
Covered in flour and looking for love… 
Just laugh at the trick and tip your hat still, 
That’s just another night blowin’ flour at the mill!

[Long Solo]

[Verse 3]
Now the years rolled by and the mill wheel slowed,
 The pranksters got older and their hair turned snow, 
But every young rascal who came through town, 
Still looked for a place where the flour rains down.
The miller would laugh and the old folks would say, 
“We pulled that trick just about everyday!”
 A little white dust and a hollerin’ crowd, 
Could turn a quiet village upside down.

[Chorus]
Blowin’ flour at the mill! 
Raise your cup and sing it still! 
For the boys in the rafters and the ghosts they made, 
And the funniest trouble that was ever played!
Blowin’ flour at the mill! 
Let that mountain echo fill! 
Ain’t no harm in a harmless fright, 
When the ghost is laughing by the moonlight!

[Outro]
“Blowin’ flour…”
“At the mill…”
“Blowin’ flour…”
“At the mill…”
[Final banjo lick]

[Outro]

[End Song]

[End,End,End]

[End Now]

[NO MORE SONG | END PLEASE]

[Instruments Stop]

[Silence]

[Definitive end to song]

[End]

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[Intro] [Long Intro] [Intro] “Blowin’ flour at the mill…” “Blowin’ flour at the mill…” “Blowin’ flour at the mill…” [Verse 1] Down by the creek where the old wheel turns,  There’s a little white house where the flour dust burns,  The miller’s boy said, “I don’t mean to boast  I’ll make the whole valley believe in ghosts” He climbed in the rafters with a sack on his back,  Covered up his boots and he blacked out the cracks,  Waited real quiet to put the villagers to shame,  Blew up the flour and like a ghost he came. [Chorus] Blowin’ flour at the mill!  That’s the way we got our thrill!  Jumpin’ from the rafters while we held our breath,  Scarin’ poor Aunt Sally half to death! Blowin’ flour at the mill!  White as snow and an evening chill!  You can run from a shadow, rely on your free will,  But you can’t outscare a ghost from the old flour mill! [Verse 2] Old Uncle Jed came carrying a sack,  Talking about taxes and a pain in his back,  He heard a whisper and a terrible moan,  Then a white apparition came flying down the stone. He dropped his lantern, he dropped his cane,  He left his best Sunday hat in the pouring grain,  When they found him later by the old fence post,  He said, “I ain’t afraid… I ain’t afraid of no ghost!” [Chorus] Blowin’ flour at the mill!  That’s the way we got our thrill!  A little bit of mischief, a little bit of fright,  A little bit of Saturday into Sunday night! Blowin’ flour at the mill!  Hear that banjo on the windowsill!  If you hear a bump and the rafters shake,  Better check your boots before you start to quake! [Bridge] They painted the porch with a haint blue hue,  Said, “That’ll keep old spirits from passing through.”  Don’t whistle in the darkness, don’t call out twice,  Don’t go chasing shadows through the cold moonlight. But if a white ghost falls from the rafters above,  Covered in flour and looking for love…  Just laugh at the trick and tip your hat still,  That’s just another night blowin’ flour at the mill! [Long Solo] [Verse 3] Now the years rolled by and the mill wheel slowed,  The pranksters got older and their hair turned snow,  But every young rascal who came through town,  Still looked for a place where the flour rains down. The miller would laugh and the old folks would say,  “We pulled that trick just about everyday!”  A little white dust and a hollerin’ crowd,  Could turn a quiet village upside down. [Chorus] Blowin’ flour at the mill!  Raise your cup and sing it still!  For the boys in the rafters and the ghosts they made,  And the funniest trouble that was ever played! Blowin’ flour at the mill!  Let that mountain echo fill!  Ain’t no harm in a harmless fright,  When the ghost is laughing by the moonlight! [Outro] “Blowin’ flour…” “At the mill…” “Blowin’ flour…” “At the mill…” [Final banjo lick] [Outro] [End Song] [End,End,End] [End Now] [NO MORE SONG | END PLEASE] [Instruments Stop] [Silence] [Definitive end to song] [End]

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