Stompin Grounds

Dm Dm/F Dm Dm/F Dm Dm/F Dm Dm Dm/F Dm Dm7/C G7 Dm Dm/F Dm Dm/F Dm Dm/F Dm Dm Dm/F Dm Dm7/C G7 F Dm Welcome to my hometown Dm F Dm Let your hair down, let it out Dm 'Round here we like to throw it down Dm Best shine around and we only drink it stout Dm Boots down, flames up from dawn to dusk Dm F G Go hard 'cause there  ain't  no  stopping us Dm Drowning in  that whiskey river Dm F G But too damn high to sink Dm Raise a little hell in the promised land Dm And pray to God that he don't mind Dm F These are my stompin' grounds F G Dm And don't you forget it F G Dm Ain't a thing in the world that could change it, no F G Dm And if you don't like that, then you best get to steppin' on F G Bb 'Cause I was raised in the deep, dark, dirty south C Dm Dm/F Dm And these are my stompin' grounds Dm Dm/F Dm Dm/F Dm Dm7/C G7 F Dm These are my stompin' grounds Dm Burnin' up from the Alabama heat roll tide Dm Dm F Dm Whatchu know about that? Dm Where the backwoods sound gives you life alright Dm Ain't it something else? Dm We don't skip on church on Sunday morn Dm F G Mama taught us to be grateful since the day we were born Dm But if you come here lookin' for trouble Dm You betcha you gon' find some Dm Raise a little hell in the promised land Dm And pray to God that he don't mind Dm F These are my stompin' grounds F G Dm And don't you forget it F G Dm Ain't a thing in the world that could change it, no, no, no F G Dm And if you don't like that, then you best get to steppin' on F G Bb 'Cause I was raised in the deep, dark, dirty south C Dm And these are my stompin' grounds Dm These are my stompin' grounds Dm F G Dm Dm We're gettin' down, gettin' down, gettin' down now F We're gettin' down, gettin' down, gettin' down now G7 We're gettin' down, gettin' down, gettin' down now Dm We're gettin' down, we're gettin' down Dm We're gettin' down, gettin' down, gettin' down now F We're gettin' down, gettin' down, gettin' down now G7 Dm We're gettin' down, gettin' down, gettin' down now Dm Bb These are my stompin' grounds G Dm And don't you forget it, yeah F G Dm Ain't a thing in the world that could change it, no, hell no F G Dm And if you don't like that, then you best get to steppin' on F G Bb 'Cause I was raised in the deep, dark, dirty south C Dm Dm/F Dm Dm/F Dm And these are my stompin' grounds (Yeah) Dm Dm/F Dm Dm/F Dm These are my stompin' grounds (Yeah) Dm7/C G7 F Yeah