Steve Smith and The Sneakers

Steve Smith and The Sneakers

 Springfield, Missouri, USA
BandBluesRock

Steve Smith and The Sneakers serve up a spicy mix of blues and blues-rock that includes flavors from the Mississippi Delta, gumbo rhythms of Bourbon Street, Memphis soul/blues grooves and rockin Chicago and Texas Blues. The band delivers a powerful performance guaranteed to get you “Sneakified.”

Biography

Steve Smith

Steve began his musical career as a front man at the age of 13 singing soul tunes by Sam Cooke, Otis Redding, Wayne Cochran, Wilson Picket, Sam and Dave and Eddie Floyd in local bands. Steve is a veteran road musician and published songwriter who has toured extensively throughout U.S. for the past 44 years. The press has called Steve “The man with too much soul to control.” His powerful vocals and colorful keyboard style have been the centerpiece for many well know local and regional acts such as Zap, Head Over Heels, Landslide, Funkenstein, Cherry Tomato and the Hot House Boys, Hot Damn Rhythm and Blues Review, OzConn, Regarding Dan, The Painter Smith Band, Loon Rangers and The Bluesberries. Steve has worked with or opened for many major recording artists such as The Doobie Brothers, Jethro Tull and B.B. King. Hall and Oats, Asleep at The Wheel, The Raspberries, Big Star, Mitch Ryder and The Detroit Wheels, Rare Earth, Foghat, John Prine and The Amazing Rhythm Aces. Steve is a master showman who understands what it means to entertain folks. He just won’t take no for an answer when it comes to getting the house up and rockin!

Dave Painter

Dave Painter was born and raised in Mokane, MO in the Missouri river bottoms. He started playing the guitar at the age of 9 and was performing at local fairs and schools from the age of 12. He is a graduate of the Southwest Missouri State University guitar department in Springfield, MO where he now resides. While in Springfield, Dave has played with several bands including The Bluesberries, Loon Rangers and Don Shipps and the Titanic Blues Band. He is also currently playing with the “Ozark Mountain Daredevils.” Dave has taught Guitar in Springfield for over 20 years and performed all over the Midwest. He is considered by peers and audiences alike to be one of the finest guitarists around.

Rick Salvador

Rick Salvador began playing bass at the age of 10 and has been playing guitar and bass for nearly 40 years. Rick first studied music under the direction of his father, Springfield bassist A.B. (Sal) Salvador, who also played tuba in the Springfield Symphony Orchestra. He studied music theory at Drury College in Springfield MO and has traveled with various groups playing in cities like Kansas City MO and Jupiter FL. Having spent many years concentrating on guitar and jazz theory, Rick now is focused on bass guitar and playing the blues.

Doug Ritter

Doug Ritter began his musical career early when he joined the family band at the age of 5 performing at the local Country Music shows. By the age of 13, Doug was the featured drummer in his Father's band and by the age of 18 was already a veteran musician in the Springfield and Branson music scene. Doug wanted more and struck to find his own way. Over the next 20 years, he toured extensively in and around the south including Florida, Texas, New Mexico, and Alabama. Doug has shared the stage with many country music artists such as George Jones, John Anderson and Dottie West and has played with Blues artists such as Scott Ellison, Tinsley Ellis, Tommy Castro and Anthony Gomes. Doug is known for laying down a rock solid groove and is the heartbeat of the Sneakers. Doug and Rick combine to create a powerhouse rhythm section that is guaranteed to have you movin.

Lyrics

Mean Ol Woman Blues

Written By: Steve Smith

Mean ol woman,
don’t do me no good
Mean ol woman,
don’t do me no good
That mean ol woman don’t
Treat me like she should

I get up in the morning,
she says take out the trash
Get yourself cleaned up,
give me all of your cash
I said listen here baby,
a man’s castle is his home
She said, get those dishes done and mow the lawn

Mean ol woman,
don’t do me no good
Mean ol woman,
don’t do me no good
She’s a mean ol woman don’t
Treat me like she should

I work hard for that woman
each and every day
When I come home from work, then it’s time to play
I said come on over here,
daddy’s gonna set you free
She says I’m tired, I’m sleepy,
get away from me

Mean ol woman,
don’t do me no good
Mean ol woman,
don’t do me no good
That mean ol woman don’t
Treat me like she should

Listen here boys
before it’s too late
And you find yourself
in an altered state
That velvet glove
will put a spell on you
Then you’ll wake up with those, mean ol woman blues

Don’t do me no good
That mean ol woman don’t treat me like she should

She’s a mean ol woman
(mean old woman)
A mean ol woman
(mean old woman)
She’s a hard hearted woman (mean old woman)
She’s a mean, cruel woman
(mean ol woman)
She’s a mean ol woman,
on’t treat me like she should

Lipstick and Lace

Written By: Steve Smith

You’ve got a racin motor baby,
the best I’ve ever seen
A blind man could tell,
you’re a finely tuned love machine
I don’t care what they call you; cause trouble is your name
One spin around the block girl and I’ll never be the same

Lipstick and lace, lipstick and lace
Little Girl you’re just a heartache
Wrapped up in lipstick and lace

Baby, I can tell, that you’re tough, tough, tough
And that fire in your eyes,
says you like to play rough
Well girl, I’ve got an itch
and you’re the one to scratch it
Oh, throw me your best curveball, cause you know I’m gonna catch it

Lipstick and lace, oh lipstick and lace
Little Girl you’re just a heartache
Wrapped up in lipstick and lace

You’re a hell-bound train, and you’re runnin off the track
Oh, the way you move baby,
you’re a full-blown heart attack
You’re the snake in the garden; you’re the Seventh Deadly Sin
Well, if sinning feels this good,
I want to sin again

Lipstick and lace, lipstick and lace
Little Girl you’re just a heart attack
Wrapped up in lipstick and lace

Ca Viens Mama

Written By: Steve Smith

Way back in the bayou,
where the wild things grow
Lives a friend of mine,
named Mama Thibodaux
When Mama gets busy,
she don’t need no book
Like her mama and her mama before her,
she knows how to cook

Mama cooks Cajun and Creole,
and she lay on the spice
And there’s always a smile,
in those soft Cajun eyes
She can squeeze on her squeezebox,
and chantey all night long
It’s the rhythm of life,
on the bayou St. John
When the gumbo was done,
Mama would say
For true, laissez les bons temps rouler

Ca veins Mama,
I now got to eat
Ca veins Mama,
that gumbo so sweet
Don’t make such a racket boys, Mama would say
I promise you gumbo,
sometime today

Now I sweet-talked Mama,
and she finally taught me
About life on the bayou
and all her best recipes
She said gumbo or etouffee,
boy here’s what you do
It’s all about the timing,
the stock and the roux
When the gumbo was done,
Mama would say
For true, laissez les bons temps rouler

Ca veins Mama,
I now got to eat
Ca veins Mama,
that gumbo so sweet
Don’t make such a racket boys, Mama would say
I promise you gumbo,
sometime today

I don’t need no black magic,
I don’t need the roux ga roux
I ain’t no city chanteuse
Don’t need a spell
from Madam Leroux
I know, I can get,
any Cheri I want
With a bottle of cheap Bordeaux,
And Mama’s shrimp sauce piquant
Well Mama said boy, y
ou got to get it right
Even it takes all night

Ca veins Mama,
I now got to eat
Ca veins Mama,
that gumbo so sweet
Don’t make such a racket boys, Mama would say
I promise you gumbo,
sometime today

Ca veins Mama

A Small Price To Pay For The Blues

Written By: Steve Smith

Nobody left to move my stuff around
Nobody telling me to turn that music down
No more fighting, in the middle of the night
No more games of who’s wrong and who’s right
Nobody hating almost everything I do
It’s a small price to pay for the blues

Your demons and mine, are dukeing it out
I can take no more of this twist and shout
You want it your way, and I want it mine
We both know it’s just a matter of time
It’s a love repossession, cause this mortgage is overdue
And it’s a small price to pay for the blues

These years have taught me that nothing lasts forever
These tears have taught me about better late than never
How did we end up here, and what have we done
We’ve gone too far now, and there’s no place left to run

You say your leaving cause you’ve had enough
And it’s my fault that the times are so tough
We’ve worn out our wishing and wondering why
The cost of love just got a little too high
Our big love payoff was just chump change for the fool
It’s a small price to pay for the blues
This love affair just made front-page news
It’s a small price to pay for the blues

It was chump change baby
A small price to pay
For the blues

Forbidden Fruit

Written By: Steve Smith

Sweet naked Eve all alone in the garden
Thinkin bout those things she shouldn’t do
Now it was no mistake that along came a snake
He said baby, have I got a deal for you
Now I know your heart is sho nuff troubled,
Lord knows, there’s just too many rules
If you take it nice and slow no one’s ever gonna know
You were eatin that forbidden fruit

Sampson was born with a gift from God
He had the strength of 100 men
Sampson had a wife, and Sampson had a life
But, all he could think about was sin
Sampson gazed upon Delilah,
Delilah brought him to his knees
Well, Sampson was a fool, he said I’ll cut my hair for you
If you’ll just share your fruit with me

Many a man has been tempted by a woman
Many a man has gone astray
When that fruit gets ripe, you can eat it all night
And still want more, the very next day

Oh, it’s just the same sad story
But nobody wants to hear the truth
Don’t you cross that line
Unless you’re ready to do the time
For eating that forbidden fruit.
Lord those peaches are so ripe
You just want a little bite,
But don’t you eat that forbidden fruit
Juice is running down your cheek,
You got to have some more to eat,
But don’t you eat that forbidden fruit

Love Sandwich

Written By: Steve Smith and Dave Painter

If you can’t cut the mustard baby, don’t lick the jar
Good looks without attitude won’t get you that far
You can’t cook up some lovin, unless crank up the heat
You can’t make a love sandwich, unless you got the meat

Come on let’s make a love sandwich
Let’s make a love sandwich
Come on and make a love sandwich baby
I’ll be your mayonnaise

I’ll be so good in your kitchen your will biscuits rise
I’ll bring home some bacon that’s sure to satisfy
Your cherry pie is sweet, you need my alamode
And when I spark your oven girl it going to explode

Let’s make a love sandwich
Let’s make a love sandwich
Come on and make a love sandwich baby
I’ll be your mayonnaise

Take a whole lot of sugar
Either brown or white
Take a double shot of lovin
And a whole lot of spice
Add a pinch of sass
And a dash of obscene
Girls, you can’t make butter, unless you stir the cream

Let’s make a love sandwich
Let’s make a love sandwich
Come on and make a love sandwich baby
I’ll be your mayonnaise

Hoodoo Man

Written By: Steve Smith

I can tell that nobody ever took you down right
I can tell by the way you wear that dress so tight
When your eyes met mine, I came to understand
You’re in need of a Hoodoo Man

I’m a Hoodoo Man, I’m a natural born lover man
Well, I won’t tell you lies and I got a slow hand
I was made for love and I’m a Hoodoo Man

Some say it’s the meat, I say it’s the motion
Girl I’m fixin you up a special love potion
You’ve been working so hard, you deserve better perks
Don’t send a boy to do a Hoodoo Man’s work

I’m a Hoodoo Man, I’m a natural born lover man
Well, I won’t tell you lies and I got a slow hand
I was made for love and I’m a Hoodoo Man

Sometimes I’m all used up
Sometimes I can’t get enough
Tonight, I’m your boy
Sugar just consider me your little love toy

Well, in no time at all, I’ll have you runnin real good
I do my best work when I’m under your hood
Got you purring like a kitten, I’m gonna wind you up tight
And, drive you on through the night

I’m a Hoodoo Man, I’m a natural born lover man
Well, I won’t tell you lies and I got a slow hand
I was made for love and I’m a Hoodoo Man

Stay Home Man

Written By: Steve Smith

You’re out there working hard all day
Making all that dough
You don’t have time to cook or clean
Your yard’s too high to mow
Girl I’ve done some research,
done my due diligence
Let’s form a limited partnership
Your exposure is the rent
You’ve got to have some fun girl
You know I’ve got a plan
Be my sugar mama, I’ll be your stay home man

You can count on me
When you’re home from work at night
The dirty dishes will be clean
Stacked up and out of sight
And when your hungry sugar
You won’t be eating cake
I’ll open up some red wine
Feed you Crème Brule and steak
Trust me pretty baby, cause you know I’ve got a plan
Be my sugar mama, I’ll be your stay home man

I’ll take away your tension, from your head down to your toes
Leave it to your stay home man to lighten up your load
When you’ve had a bad day, and you come home full of stress
I’ll rub your feet and then head north and do what I do best

I’ll churn your butter, and stroke your fiddle
Bake your biscuits, and grease your griddle
Grind your coffee, turn your percolator on
I’ll dust your broom, all night long
Fire up your heater, and tenderize your meat
Bring you a sucker, when you need something sweet
I’ll flip your pancakes, and pour the syrup on
You won’t believe what I can do with your front lawn

I won’t serve you jelly, when all you really want jam
Come and be my sugar mama, And I’ll be your stay home man
Stay home man, I’ll be your stay home man
Stay home man, I’ll be your stay home man
Stay home man, I’ll be your stay home man
Stay home man, I’ll be your stay home man

I won’t serve you jelly, when all you want is jam
Be my sugar mama,
I’ll be your stay home,
Be your stay home,
Be your stay home man

Oh Hyposcrisy

Written By: Steve Smith

It’s the end of the innocence; it’s a backwater game
It’s the friction of life, saying you better think twice
Before you cross over that river of pain

People talk about salvation
In terms of contribution and sacrifice
They dream about forever, green grass is always better
As they fall in line and stumble towards the light

Everybody’s living, like the good times will last
If you want to see the future, keep denying the past
We better slow down, we’re going much too fast
We can’t keep writing checks that our children can’t cash

Oh, oh, hypocrisy
Let your lies wash my sins from me
Oh, oh, hypocrisy
Lift up my burdens and set me free

Hear the mouthpiece of publicity
She says, can’t we all just get along?
It’s a dangerous spin, we find ourselves in
When we compromise on what we know is right and wrong

The solution isn’t easy
It’s all about the power of one
If we do instead of wish
We can teach them how to fish
One less baby dying in, the midday sun

Everybody’s living, like the good times will last
If you want to see the future, keep denying the past
We better slow down, we’re going much too fast
We can’t keep writing checks that our children can’t cash

Oh, oh, hypocrisy
Let your lies wash my sins from me
Oh, oh, hypocrisy
Lift up my burdens and set me free

Discography

Hoodoo Man - Released in March, 2008

Our latest CD, “Hoodoo Man” was released on Lost Loon Boy Records. You can hear the entire CD on our website as well as some live cuts of the band. You can download our press kit and song samples at www.stevesmithandthesneakers.com. You can also visit our My Space page at www.myspace.com/stevesmithandthesneakers. Hoodoo Man is available for download internationally on:

iTunes U.S.
iTunes Australia/N.Z.
iTunes Canada iTunes
iTunes UK/European Union
iTunes Japan
eMusic
Rhapsody
Napster
Amazon MP3
Lala
GroupieTunes

Set List

· Mean Old Woman Blues – Steve Smith
· Chan tee Mon Cher - Steve Smith
· Roll Away The Stone - Steve Smith
· Love Worth The Pain - Steve Smith
· Forbidden Fruit— Steve Smith
· The Salvation of Love – Steve Smith
· Stray Dog Blues – Steve Smith
· Hoodoo Man—Steve Smith
· Ca Vein Mama – Steve Smith
· Lipstick and Lace – Steve Smith
· We’ll Have a Good Time Tonight – Steve Smith
· Oh Hypocrisy – Steve Smith
· Down the Road – Steve Smith
· A Small Price to Pay for the Blues – Steve Smith
· The Wheel – Steve Smith
· Ginny Lee – Steve Smith
· Mama Likes – Steve Smith
· One Turn Deserves Another – Steve Smith
· That’s Me – Steve Smith
· What About Love – Steve Smith
· That’s How They Roll – Dave Painter, Steve Smith
· Travelin Light – Eric Clapton
· Politician—Eric Clapton
· Crossroads Blues – Robert Johnson
· Have You Ever Loved a Woman – Eric Clapton
· Got You On My Mind—Eric Clapton
· Drownin In A Sea Of Love – Joe Simon
· Nobody To Run With – The Allman Br