Stompin' Grounds

You can call me old-fashioned, 'cause I like my whiskey sweet And you can call me a big spender, 'cause I buy my treasure cheap You can call me what you wanna, 'cause my words don't always rhyme And you can call me if you're looking for, a tailgate Friday night I know that I'll always be, a little backroad, a little wild and free A little t-shirt, and some cut off jeans, that's just how they made me I know, no matter where I go, I'll be a fireball, in a champagne show And you'd know that if you hung around, me and my stompin' grounds I know I'm not some Austin girl, in this town that's half the size It don't mean that I can't get all pretty, and make him wonder why He ever chose to leave me, in his city-bounding ride So I made a batch of moonshine, then I watched it in the sky I know that I'll always be, a little backroad, a little wild and free A little t-shirt, and some cut off jeans, that's just how they made me I know, no matter where I go, I'll be a fireball, in a champagne show And you'd know that if you hung around, me and my stompin' grounds If you wanna find me you know where I'll be, take two lefts past the old oak tree Then hit the breaks and cross the lake, and take a right turn off of the interstate Now hold on! Back it up, hop out, hop in to Shania's truck And we'll choo choo down right out of town, that's my stompin' grounds I know that I'll always be, a little backroad, a little wild and free A little t-shirt, and some cut off jeans, that's just how they made me I know, no matter where I go, I'll be a fireball, in a champagne show And you'd know that if you hung around, me and my stompin' grounds Me and my stompin' grounds