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Sixteen and a six pack Twenty bucks and a shouler tap Gotcha too far gone to get back Man, we were cool with that Cuttin' class tryin' to duck our teachers Bummin' smokes out behind the bleachers Friday drive-in double feature Took my girl and we didn't watch either My stompin' ground Where we got laid, where we got loud Yeah, homegrown hometown proud My crowd Whoah, my stompin' ground Only one road in and out Wheels roll up, boots touch down My town Whoah, my stompin' ground Around here there ain't no cops We did alot of donuts in parking lots To young to know when to stop, But we never got caught, no If your parents went away for the weekend, Party at your place. What time they leavin' Keep this??? Blowin' up the speakers ??? Pack of beer, better throw em in the freezer My stompin' ground Where we got laid, where we got loud Yeah, homegrown hometown proud My crowd Whoah, my stompin' ground Only one road in and out Wheels roll up, boots touch down My town Whoah, my stompin' ground My stompin'...my stompin' ground My stompin'...my stompin' ground (Hey, hey, hey) Wheels roll up, boots touch down Lord take me back to my stompin' ground Wheels roll up, boots touch down Lord, take me back to my stompin'...my stompin'...my stompin' ground Where we got laid, where we got loud Yeah, homegrown hometown proud My crowd Whoah, my stompin' ground Only one road in and out Wheels roll up, boots touch down My town Whoah, my stompin' ground My stompin'...my stompin' ground My stompin'...my stompin' ground (Wheels roll up, boots touch down) yeah, my stompin'...my stompin' ground My stompin'... Wheels roll up (yeah, yeah) Boots touch down (yeah, take, take me back) Whoah, take me back to my stompin'...my stompin'...my stompin' ground
Writer(s): Todd Clark, Tim Hicks, Gavin Slate, Travis Peter Wood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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