You Good?

Tracklist

1. I'm The Man

2. You Good?

3. Detroit Rumble

4. After Hours

5. Workin' Blues

6. Country Boy Strong

7. Gone Fishin'

8. All Kinds Of Alcohol

9. Cocktail Time

Liner Notes

Walk That Walk

Poppa C DeSnyder – Guitars, Slide, Dobro, and Vocals

Jon “Cutlet” Reese – Bass

Stickman Waldron – Harmonica. Vocals on “It’s Cocktail Time!”

Alan Waters – Drums and Percussion

Special Guests

Pappy Biondo – Banjo and Fiddle.  Vega Crunch on “It’s Cocktail Time!”, Dobro Slide on “Country Boy Strong”, Tape-Delay Guitar on “It’s Cocktail Time!”

Ben DeSnyder – Guitar on “After Hours”, “The Workin’ Blues” and “Gone Fishin’”

Ray Paczkowski – Keyboards

Queen E – Vocals on “All Kinds of Alcohol”

Rebecca Jean Smith – Vocals

Richard Cheese Welch – Drums on “After Hours”, “The Workin’ Blues” and “Gone Fishin’”

Produced by Poppa C

Engineered and recorded by Roger Stauss at Sugarhouse Soundworks, Waitsfield VT and Poppa C at Big Lake Studios, Moultonborough NH

Mixed by Roger Stauss at Sugarhouse Soundworks, Waitsfield VT

Mastered by Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA

CD Design: James Waldron Design

Release Date: February 01, 2022

Available Lyrics

I'm The Man

Hey I’m the man, yes I am,
I’m the man, I’m the man, that’s right
Said I’m the man, yes I am,
I’m the man, I’m the man

Baby tells me, she can do better,
Tryna prove her wrong, since the day I met her
I work double time, gonna be a singer,
Wanna change her mind, cuz she’s a humdinger

Took her to the club, where my band was playin’,
The band was hot, and the crowd was swayin’
Saw her chuggin’ on a Black & Tan,
She was laughin’ with another man, that ain’t right

I walked right over, doffed my hat,
I said this, she said that
He looked at me, with an evil eye,
He don’t know, I’m the devil in disguise

Hey hey now Junior, don’t stare like that,
Guess you don’t know, where it’s at
You get movin’ look around the world,
Cuz this here lady, she ain’t your girl
Chorus

Baby tells me, she can do better,
Tryna prove her wrong, since the day I met her
I work double time, gonna be a singer,
Wanna change her mind, cuz she’s a humdinger
Chorus

You Good?

Well, where I come from, people look out for each other,
Yeah we always check in, with our sisters and brothers
There’s one phrase we use, when we’re chewin’ the fat,
It comes in handy cuz it means, this or that
We say you good?, yeah you good

When I ask if you good?, that means are you OK?,
When I say you good, then you’re OK
When I ask if you good?, I mean did you get enough?
When I say you good, I mean you’re pretty tough
We say you good?, yeah you good

When I ask if you good?, it means you need some money?
When I say you good, then stop talkin’ to me
Are you Good? Yeah, You Good!

Detroit Rumble

We got Detroit metal, rollin’ off of the line,
The Big Three lifers, make it run on time
Well the girls on Woodward Avenue, they’re getting’ ready to cruise,
The boys are makin’ double time, they pay the union dues

Well the Detroit metal needs to find, some room to roll,
Find a quarter mile on a dead straight, ribbon o’ road
You got the lumps in your throat when you’re pullin’, up to the line,
And then you stomp it for the low ETs, let that engine wind
That’s the Detroit Rumble.

We got a rock’n’roll stronghold, the beatin’ heart of the land,
You wanna make it on Friday night, you better play in the band
Or else you shine up your ride and, go cruisin’ for girls,
Cuz if you ain’t got no wheels, you got no chance in the world

Marvin Gaye wants you all to ask, “What’s Goin’ On?”,
The Queen wants a little R-E-S…P-E-C-T
Little Stevie sends it signed, sealed, and delivered,
Alice makes us feel like, we’re all eighteen
You hear the Detroit Rumble.

Bob Seger talkin’ ‘bout what happened Back In ’72,
Mitch Ryder makin’ time, with Little Latin Lupe Lu
We got psychedelic soul with Papa was a Rollin’ Stone,
Iggy Pop and Jack White testify that they’re Detroit grown

When you talk about my town you can say, what you say,
But if you start to talkin’ trash, then it’s come what may
You better watch me like a chicken, lookin’ out for a hawk,
Cuz I can tell you that we don’t just talk, we walk that walk
We do the Detroit Rumble.

After Hours

I feel good, lookin’ for a jam,
Wanna do my thing
People hangin’ ‘round, ain’t doin’ no fussin’,
Kickin’ like Queens and Kings
We all loose, goin’ After Hours,
It ain’t gonna end
I ain’t got much, but what I got’s,
Less than I’m gonna spend

No need to worry ‘bout me,
Not ‘til the money run out
Anybody tryna find me,
I’m After Hours, hangin’ out, I’m hangin’ out

3am, in a Soho spot,
We’re all feelin’ right
There’s a late-night groove, gets people to move,
‘Til night turns back to light
We all loose, goin’ After Hours,
It ain’t gonna end
I ain’t got much, but what I got’s,
Less than I’m gonna spend

No need to worry ‘bout me,
Not ‘til the money run out
Anybody tryna find me,
I’m After Hours, hangin’ out, I’m hangin’ out
Chorus

Workin' Blues

I’m workin’ hard to see Friday, bringin’ home a little pay,
I’m getting’ tired of the heartbreak, day to night night to day
Well I got to pay high prices, and then they say I got a deal,
Mr. Big he comes to taunt me, wish he could feel what I feel
Here I am yes, all I do is payin’ dues,
Baby, if you can, help me lose The Workin’ Blues

Baby do what you want me, you’re a queen I’m no king
I’m slavin’ hard to make you happy, I wanna give you everything
Your heart breaks I’m your mender, you need money I’m legal tender
If you’re sinkin’ I’m your lifeline, if you’re bored I’m your primetime
Here I am yes, all I do is payin’ dues,
Baby, if you can, help me lose The Workin’ Blues

Country Boy Strong

I was drivin’ truck for Pa before I got to 12 years old,
I had a heavy foot, I didn’t do what I was told
Family they looked out for me, but I was always hard to hold,
I grew up Strong, grew up Country Boy Strong,
I grew up Strong, grew up Country Boy Strong

Where I grew up they know me well, and people look me in the eye,
City called my name, but I never really said goodbye
I just close my eyes and all those faces smile and make me high,
We grew up strong, we grew up Country Boy Strong,
We grew up strong, we grew up Country Boy Strong

Our boys are grown and on their way, and it ain’t fair to wish they’d stay,
I don’t care if it’s fair, I’m gonna wish it anyway
Y’know their momma raised ‘em right and now they’re gonna have their say,
They grew up strong, grew up Country Boy Strong,
They’ll be Strong, they’ll be Country Boy Strong

Gone Fishin'

Well, don’t try to send me no letter,
Don’t send me no telegram
I’m gettin’ off the grid, gonna keep it hid,
I done nuthin’ but I’m on the lam
Tell the boss I’m really tired,
Why the hell’s he yell so loud?
I got money for rent, and it’s already spent,
Gonna catch my breath somehow
If people ask why, I’m outta sight,
Y’don’t see me hangin’ ‘round
I’m takin’ my time to get things right,
I’m gone fishin’

Yeah, I got paid and I’m goin’ out walkin’,
I don’t need more half-baked news
I’m gonna do what my ol’ friend told me,
I’ll get the blues, offa these shoes
Yeah, I got friends who really know me,
I got friends who’ve got my back
I’ll be back around, I’ll see yuh in town,
We’ll meet up at old Fat Jack’s
Chorus

No sir, I won’t be a problem,
Don’t send in the National Guard
I may do what the police told me,
Layin’ low is my callin’ card
Tell Stickman, Holmes and Cutlet,
There ain’t No Thinkin’ Allowed
I got money for rent, and it’s already spent,
Gonna catch my breath somehow
Chorus

All Kinds Of Alcohol

Hey! Whatchu drinkin’ tonight?
{Well, I’m pretty much into ALL kinds of alcohol}
Yeah! You partyin’!
{Yeah! I feel pretty nice right now}
Would you like some of this?
{Would I like some?}
Yeah, it’s good! Like…really good
{I’m a musician…of course I’d like some}
Hey, whatchu do for a job?
{A job??}
Yeah, what’s your job?
{Nah…I don’t have no job}
You probably need one, right?
{Whatchu mean, I need to get a job??}
Sorry man, I’m not tellin’ you what to do
{Y’know what?...talkin’ to you’s a job}

Hey! Did you say talkin’ to me is a job?
{Well, you DO ask a lot of questions}
I was just tryna make conversation
{Talkin’ to you makes me thirsty}
Lemme get us some drinks, and we’ll start over
{I like you better already!}
What do you want? A scotch? A bourbon? A beer?
{Yeah…one scotch, one bourbon, one beer}
Y’know, this music ain’t bad
{You heard all the songs on my record?}
Yeah, my grandma’s got your record
{Oh, that’s rich. Whadya think of my singin’?}
You know what I tell people about your singin’?
{Well, what do you say?}
I tell ‘em you’re a really good guitar player!
{Yeah, well…who’s gonna look for you when you go missing??}

Hey! Whatchu drinkin’ now?
{Like I said, I’m pretty much into ALL kinds of alcohol}
Yeah! You still partyin’!
{Yeah! I feel pretty nice right now}

Cocktail Time

Well I just got outta work, and I just wanna turn off the phone
Hear some down-home blues, with a Mississippi saxophone
Yeah I’m gonna get a drink, and you can’t let me drink alone
Hey it’s cocktail time! I ain’t drunk, but I might get stoned

You may say I’m loose, say I ain’t wrapped too tight
Well it don’t bother me, and I’ll probably say “yeah you right”
I’m drinkin’ whiskey like it’s water, gonna dance ‘til I see daylight
Hey it’s cocktail time! everythang’s gonna be alright

Hey Stickman! (yeah) I forgot my watch (uh oh)
Stickman! (yeah?) What time is it?? (It’s Cocktail Time!)

I’m gonna have another drink, and y’know you gotta get you some
All the people get to movin’, and the place it’s startin’ to hum
Well the room it starts spinnin’, I forgot where I come from
But hey it’s cocktail time! I’m gonna dance to dat big bass drum

Stickman! (whut?) I forgot my watch (aw man)
Stickman!...what time is it?? (It’s Cocktail Time!)