Damn Yankees Damn Yankees with Lyrics in Description

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Track 5 from their self-titled debut album released in 1990 copyright Warner Bros. Records. This combination of two melodic rockers: Tommy Shaw of “Styx” & Jack Blades of “Night Ranger,” notorious Motor City Madman Ted Nugent and drummer Michael Cartellone, from Shaw’s previous solo band, was brought together by legendary A&R man John Kalodner in 1989. The album went Gold in a few months, Platinum the next year and 2X Platinum in 1994. The single “High Enough” reached No. 3 on the Billboard chart. It received above average reviews. The band was together for one more album, which didn’t match the success of the first, but still achieved Gold status within a year of its release. The band has been on hiatus ever since. Written by Tommy Shaw, Jack Blades & Ted Nugent and produced by Ron Nevison. Featuring:

Tommy Shaw – Lead vocals, lead & rhythm guitars & background vocals
Ted Nugent – Lead & rhythm guitars & background vocals, lead vocal on “Piledriver”
Jack Blades – Lead vocals, bass & background vocals
Michael Cartellone – Drums
Special Guests:
Alan Pasqua – Hammond B-3 organ
Neverleave Brothers – Background vocals

Hey, brother, ready for another
Dose of my Yankee pride?
In the jungle, you just might stumble
Onto somethin' that you never tried

Got that right

(There was trouble in the east, worry in the west)
(Till the wall came tumblin' down)
(Shift in the sand, rocket to the madman)
(Haven't heard a sound)

(You don't have to worry, help is on the way)
(We don't need no "thank you, Ma'am")
(We know what they're gonna say)

They say (hey, hey, damn Yankee)
(Whoa-oh-oh, damn Yankee)

How we doin'?

(Now I say what I want and I do what I want)
(And I go where I wanna go)
(Ain't no strong man safe from the hangman)
(Baby, now, don't ya know)

(If you need assistance, I'll be on the way)
(Run into a little resistance, you know what they're gonna say) yeah

They say (hey, hey, damn Yankee)
(Whoa-oh-oh, damn Yankee)
(Hey, hey, damn Yankee)

They landed at Plymouth Rock, the kids was ready to roll
Greasy dictator down south of us lost all control
He didn't have time to see me, he didn't have time to thank me
Suck on the barrel of my hot shotgun, smile when you say "Damn Yankee"

(Hey, hey, damn Yankee)
(Whoa-oh-oh damn Yankee)
(Hey, hey, damn Yankee)
(Whoa-oh-oh, damn Yankee)

Damn Yankee
Damn Yankee