Lyrics:
Stomp Guitar

diddle dang Another dang twang another dang twang another dang twang... I've been married now for a year or more and my old guitar hangs by the door.

[Korn electric guitar plays until 0:33] Korn- I wish i had another chance, another place to die. i wish i had another chance, my life has just begun. [

guitar as they play that sugar foot rag I'm gonna spend all my money and a git on a jag Swing my honey to the sugar foot rag Walk right up and stomp

, back roads and one-horse towns We saw fiddles, play our guitars loud We talk the talk, and walk the walk To the Honky Tonk Stomp Yeah, pickups in the

your throats cut What the fuck? Is you stupid? I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box With sixteen parts, I stomped

do it and we do it real well Born to raise hell, born to raise hell Voodoo medicine, cast my spell Born to raise hell, born to raise hell Play that guitar

Front Porch Lounging With my eyes on the prize just sitting round strummin' guitar wasting time. Now I'm fish in the water Swimming all the seven seas

thing I always do 'Cause I need a little twang A little hillbilly bending on some guitar strings Some peddle steel whining like a Whistle of an old freight train To get that foot stomping

[Swifty] What the fuck, is you stupid? I choked Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord And stuck him in cardboard Chopped up in a box, with sixteen parts I stomped