Lyric

Sun’s up high on a red dirt town

Boots are tapping as the rhythm comes down

Freightline engine rumbling low

Time to let the whole damn county know

Three guitars shining in the heat

Stomping out a groove that shakes the street

Raise your hands, the night begins—

This stomp is where the fun kicks in

Let the rhythm take control

Let the good times roll and roll

Feel the heartbeat in your soul—

Everybody on patrol

Freightline Stomp

Kick it like you’re on the jump

Clap your hands and move your feet

Feel that southern rolling heat

Freightline Stomp

Shaking every rooftop

Three guitars in the sun

This stomp has just begun

Dust kicks up from the county fair

Kids and outlaws everywhere

Tommy’s clean tone rings so bright

Earl slides in with that swampy bite

Rex jumps in with a blazing smile

Takes that riff and runs a mile

Bass and drums lock down the ride

Keeping every body moving side to side

Let the rhythm take control

Let the good times roll and roll

Hands go up from pole to pole

Tonight we’re reaching every soul

Freightline Stomp

Kick it like you’re on the jump

Clap your hands and move your feet

Feel that southern rolling heat

Freightline Stomp

Shaking every rooftop

Three guitars in the sun

This stomp has just begun

Stomp it right

Stomp it tight

Let the rhythm ride the night

Clap and shout

Let it out—

That’s what this stomp’s about

Freightline Stomp

Kick it like you’re on the jump

Clap your hands and move your feet

Feel that southern rolling heat

Freightline Stomp

Rolling like a freight car pump

Three guitars loud and strong—

We’ll be stomping all night long