"Rolling With the Rhythm" (GGBB-ed)

Boots on the plywood, tap-tap, steady and low Bass line ticking like a train on a slow side road Hands on the wheel, let the whole thing swing We don’t need much, just the groove and the thing Round the bend now, hear that iron talk Crossing bars blink once when the boxcars rock Ticket stub folded in my back pocket crease That old engine hum keeps pulling us straight [Bridge] When the room runs thin and the floorboards creek We lean right in, let the hard beat speak No velvet spin, no fancy skin Just a little bit of grit and a whole lot of skin [Chorus] Stomp it out — who’s got it? Clap-clap — we got it Stomp it out — who’s got it? Clap-clap — we got it Mud on the soles, let the boards complain Tin cup rattlin’ on the edge of the stage Crowd packed close, all elbows and heat Say it back now, keep that pulse in your feet Stomp it out — who’s got it? Stomp it out — we got it