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