Stompin’ Fairgrounds

(yee-haw) The sun goes down behind the hill

The Ferris wheel is turning still

The paper lanterns start to glow

We're kicking up the dust below

Grab your partner, take their hand

Listen to

the string-band band

Stomp your boots

and spin around

To that Saturday county sound

Underneath the summer stars

We don't care how late it is (hey)

The tilt-a-whirl is spinning fast

We make these golden moments last

The caller yells to change your place

I see the smile upon your face

Stomp your boots and spin around

To that Saturday county sound

Underneath the summer stars

We don't care how late it is (whoo)

Stomp and spin (yeah)

Stomp and spin