The Lacs - Stomp lyrics

[Chorus x2: Brian "Rooster" King & Clay "Uncle Snap" Sharpe] 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 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) [Verse 1: Clay "Uncle Snap" Sharpe] 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 sh**, shootin shine like its 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 [Chorus x2: Brian "Rooster" King & Clay "Uncle Snap" Sharpe] 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 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) [Verse 2: Brian "Rooster" King] 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 sh** 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 [Chorus x2: Brian "Rooster" King & Clay "Uncle Snap" Sharpe] 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 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)