Written by Denis John Loiseau (ASCAP) and Jeff Wessman (BMI), "Stoping Grounds" is an energetic roots-Americana songa about the places , rituals, mischief, friendships, and Friday nights that become part of who we are - the places that gave us stories and helped form our sense of home.

Lyrics

Kids are catching crawdads by the levee
Liver on a string and a coffee can
Playing hide and seek in the meadow
Jumping in the water by the loading ramp
Stealing smokes behind the barn
Shooting bottles with a pellet gun
Scatter like birds when the dinner bell rings
Sneakin out when night fall comes

Whoah yeah, don't it make ya holler
Like a hound dog howlin' when the train comes 'round
Lord knows you never get enough
O’ kicking up the dust in your Stompin’ Grounds
In your Stomping Grounds

Home team winning on a Friday night
Old scores are settled in the parking lot
Two cars meet at the county line
Engines revving up for the pistol shot
Sweet young things playing hard to get
Bad boys laying on the charm
Sparks flying high from a big bonfire
A kegger kicking up at the farm

Whoah yeah, don't it make ya holler
Like a hound dog howlin' when the train comes 'round
Lord knows you never get enough
O’ kicking up the dust in your Stompin’ Grounds
In your Stomping Grounds

Kicking up the dust, kicking up the dust
Kicking up the dust in your Stompin'g Grounds
Kicking up the dust, kicking up the dust
Kicking up the dust in your Stompin'g Grounds

Up all night, still goin’ strong
Drunk dude on the microphone
Beat box preachin’, everybody screamin’
Nobody here goin’ home!

Whoah yeah, don't it make ya holler
Like a hound dog howlin' when the train comes 'round
Lord knows you never get enough
O’ kicking up the dust in your Stompin’ Grounds
In your Stomping Grounds

© Denis Loiseau (ASCAP) and Jeff Wessman (BMI)