Sixteen and a six pack
Twenty bucks and a shoulder tap
Gotcha too far gone to get back
Man, we were cool with thatCuttin' 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 eitherMy stompin' ground
Where we got laid, where we got loud
Yeah, homegrown hometown proud
My crowd
Whoa, my stompin' ground
Only one road in and out
Wheels roll up, boots touch down
My town
Whoa, my stompin' groundAround here there ain't no cops
We did a lot of donuts in parking lots
Too 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 separator blowin' up the speakers
Backpack of beer, better throw 'em in the freezerMy stompin' ground
Where we got laid, where we got loud
Yeah, homegrown hometown proud
My crowd
Whoa, my stompin' ground
Only one road in and out
Wheels roll up, boots touch down
My town
Whoa, my stompin' ground
My stompin', my stompin' ground
My stompin', my stompin' groundWheels 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' groundWhere we got laid, where we got loud
Yeah, homegrown hometown proud
My crowd
Whoa, my stompin' ground
Only one road in and out
Wheels roll up, boots touch down
My town
Whoa, 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)
Whoa, take me back to my stompin'
my stompin', my stompin' ground
Songwriters
TODD SHERMAN CLARK, TIM HICKS, GAVIN SLATE, TRAVIS PETER WOODPublished by
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing