| I’m drunk again, excuse the hiccup
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| The redneck originator, rollin’in my pick up Truck jacked up with the four gold shocks
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| And where I come from mud flaps come stock
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| People Kid Rock it up and down the block
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| And the hens all flock to the coup with the cock
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| You wanna rock with me baby, row it down to the swamp
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| Dock your boat, we’ll do the hillbilly stomp
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| Do it, hi-ho
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| We’ll do the hillbilly stomp, hi-ho, haha
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| I like stuckies, truckers and big mesh hats
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| I like large round women in laundromats
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| I like to wander jack like a backwards thug
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| And watch the moonshine through the bottom of a jug
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| Hugging and kissing with my vision all blurry
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| Sifting through this world of worry
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| Hurry up with love, please, God bless
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| I don’t do drugs anymore or any less
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| I didn’t start this mess on this planet
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| Stop looking at me like a bandit
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| I’ve been chilling down at the swamp
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| With the folks that want to do the hillbilly stomp
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| Do it, hi-ho
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| We’ll do the hillbilly stomp, hi-ho
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| Now people wanna know how to do this dance
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| Life your legs in the air like you wet your pants
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| Plant your hands on the top of your butt
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| And stomp around the woods like you’re all fucked up Circle up the trucks, fire up the brush
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| Untuck your shirt, we’re gonna kick some dust
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| Don’t two plus two it or three plus three it Four by four and to a place that’s scenic
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| Heat it up like some hot ham hocks cooking
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| And hop to the spot where the cops ain’t looking
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| Bring your whole flock, go on down to the swamp
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| And we can rock all night doing the hillbilly stomp
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| Do it, hi-ho
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| We’ll do the hillbilly stomp, hi-ho |