Red Neck Jump

Well you can blow it all if you want to

Then 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 cards

Well I don't reckon that means much to you

But the pianist is a freaker too (Freak on! oh yeah)

Come lay it 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 her way

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...