Stomp - The Lacs

Coming on in and I stompin' with my boots on

This ain’t for them boys with the suits on

I ain’t playing I just came to get my groove on

Pulling on up in an old school two tone

Chevrolet so high I can’t see ya

If the haters give me salt Imma mix it with tequila

City boys, man I wouldn’t wanna to be ya

Let your country hangout and your redneck will free ya

Talking shit, shootin shine like it’s nothing

Baby girl, said I gotta show you something

Dropping that thong to a Steve Earle song

Little copperhead row, baby got it going on

This ain’t the next best, it’s the real thing

We practice what we preach every time we sing

Country rap rock southern style with the twist

That’s how it is, so let us live

Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)

Stomp, stompin' with my boots on (boots on)

Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)

Let your country hang out (country hang out)

Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)

Chevrolet so high, gotta, gotta

Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)

Southern style with a twist (with a twist)

Si-sip-sippin a little bit of that sauce

If there ain’t no law, go ahead and show it off

Put your boots on, let me see if you can stomp

You gotta be a redneck, listen to 'em talk

You heading my way shit might get wild

Gonna have a dirt road ride a few miles

Looking for the glow from a big burn pile

Hanging out in the city really ain’t my style

Crooked little smile start feeling that buzz

Go ahead and make your day outta playing in the mud

White trash blood running through my veins

Guess you wouldn’t understand it’s a country boy thang

Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)

Stomp, stompin' with my boots on (boots on)

Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)

Let your country hang out (country hang out)

Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)

Chevrolet so high, gotta, gotta

Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)

Southern style with a twist (with a twist)