| Well you can blow it all if you want to
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| Then let it hang so low and loose
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| You’re sittin' there diggin' that rock-roll music
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| Suckin' up all that juice
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| Yeah all you easy riders better come on over
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| You can wear your sunday hops
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| It can’t be beat with no shoes on your feet
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| Stompin' at the red neck jump
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| Yeah we call over the national guard, but you know it that they cheat at heart
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| Well I don’t reckon that means much to you
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| But the pianist is a freaker too (Freak on! oh yeah)
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| I’ll let you down if you want to
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| Wrap it up and take it away
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| You can have a picture of Lana Turner even though she’d get away
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| Well mama’s in the kitchen cookin' special seed cake
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| You like your sugar served in lumps?
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| You know it can’t be beat with no your shoes on your feet
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| Stompin' at the red neck jump
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| Hang it hang out hang it all about oh man oh yes
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| Oh Lord goin' in stompin' ah yeah
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| Red neck stompin' ah yeah Yeah… |