| I’ve been bitten, lord, I’ve been stung
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| Well I was cornered, and I was almost hung
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| Well, I sure made a getaway
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| And I’m almost back on my stompin' ground
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| Well, it’s been written
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| Many, many times it’s been sung
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| Well, it’s well learned by the old folks
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| And unheeded by the young
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| Well, the grass may be greener but me
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| I just want my stompin' ground
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| Yeah
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| Well, I hear the river’s swollen
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| The bridge is broken down
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| Weatherman’s heartbroken
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| But even he can’t stop me now
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| Won’t you tell the folks I’m leavin'?
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| And I won’t be long
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| Keep the door wide open
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| And you will hear the train I’m on
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| I’ve been bitten, lord I’ve been stung
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| Well, that’s alright I’m goin' back
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| To my old stompin' ground
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| Drenched by the rain
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| Almost blinded by the sun
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| I’m too awake for walkin'
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| But I’m much too tired to run
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| I just want to let my feet sink
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| Deep in my stompin' ground
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| Well, I been jailed
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| Last week I was sprung
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| Well, it’s in the mornin' paper
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| I’ve been lookin' all around
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| Well, I’m just gonna dig in my heels
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| See how it feels
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| I’m goin' back to my stompin' ground
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| My old stompin' ground, let’s go |