

{fast 32nd-note trap hi-hats,
rapid banjo roll, heavy 808 drop,
crowd cheering} (one, two,
stomp, go!) {handclaps dynamic}
Purists hate it when we mix the old dirt with the new
Throwing banjo in the blender with a heavy 808 groove (spin it
fast) Got the high-hats buzzing like a hornet in the pines Writing
rules, breaking borders, crossing all the party lines {clean telecaster guitar playing
staccato chords, dry punchy vocals} Let 'em talk,
let 'em stare, we don't care There's a fire in the valley
and it's rising in the air (hey,
hey, hey)
Dust off your boots,
we're going down tonight
{ascending synth riser, accordion swell,
tension building} Stomp your leather on the hardwood floor
Give us the beat and then we're asking for more (hey,
stomp!) No rules, no lines,
we do what we choose Dancing in boots to the future-folk blues!
{thick wall of metallic detuned electric guitars,
explosive heavy drop} Traditionalists shaking heads,
sitting in the back We just smile,
turn it up, double-time the track (shake it up!) Misfits,
outsiders, gathered in the hall We built a bigger table just to
welcome in you all
{clean telecaster returns, crisp sharp trap
hats, playful banter} {fiddle solo trading licks with analog synthesizer lead,
high speed virtuosity, rapid tempo feel} (go,
go, go,
play it!) {driving trap beat underneath,
acoustic-electronic synthesis}
Stomp your boots on the hardwood floor Give us the beat and
we'll give you some more (stomp,
stomp, stomp) {sudden
drop
in instrumentation, only handclaps,
raw stomp percussion, and lead voice} Stomp your leather on the hardwood
floor Give us the beat and then we're asking for more (hey,
stomp!) No rules, no lines,
we do what we choose Dancing in boots to the future-folk blues!
{massive
wall of metallic detuned guitars,
full band explosion, frantic banjo,
screaming crowd}
Yeah, we're writing our own rules!
(hahaha,
that's it) {final ring out of detuned guitar chord,
heavy stomp, and acoustic accordion fade out,
crowd laughing}