Verse 1 Sun's goin' down, dust's risin' high, Friday night's lookin' mighty fine. Got your boots laced up, hat pulled low, Everybody knows it's time to go. Old barn lights and a gravel road, Turn that speaker up, let the good times roll. Pre-Chorus Grab your friends, don't stand still, We're makin' memories on this hill. If you hear that fiddle, clap your hands, Everybody join the dance. Chorus Step to the left, stomp two times, Slide to the right, now you're feelin' fine. Heel, toe, spin around, Kick that dust right off the ground. Clap it up, wave your hat, Now lean on back and tip it back. From the front porch to the county fair, If you got boots, meet us there! Verse 2 Grandma's dancin', little kids too, Everybody got their own groove. City folks and country crew, Tonight we're all the same with this view. Banjo ringin', bass down low, One more round before we go. Bridge One, two, three, now clap with me, Four, five, six, it's easy as can be. Don't worry if you miss a beat, Just smile and move your feet. Final Chorus Step to the left, stomp two times, Slide to the right, now you're feelin' fine. Heel, toe, spin around, Kick that dust right off the ground. Raise 'em high, let me see, This whole town's one family. When the music drops, don't slow down— We're puttin' new boots on this town! Outro Hey! Stomp! Stomp! Hey! Clap! Clap! Do it one more time— Meet me in the line!
