Backroad Funk

Описание: Backroad Funk
Lyrics © 2026 Mark Ward. All rights reserved.
[Intro]
Yeah… uh…
Don’t believe me… just watch…
slide Step Stomp
[Verse 1]
Tail lights burnin’ down a gravel road
Boots kickin’ dust where the swamp grass grows
Hats low, collars high, we ain’t polite
We’re barroom Queens in the heat of the night
Slide guitar hums like a lazy cat
Snare drum snaps like a rattlesnake pat
Whiskey on lips, fire in our veins
We don’t play clean, we break the chains
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah we stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp…
Yeah we grind, grind, grind, grind…
Hands in the air if you’re backroad bound
We bring the funk when the sun goes down
[Chorus]
Don’t believe me… just watch…
Slide step Step
Step on up, stomp that floor
We’re burnin’ up your county store
Don’t believe me… just watch…
Slide Step Stomp, gang shout
From the tailgate down to the swamp creek
We make the small-town heartbeat speak
[Verse 2 ]
Leather jackets, ripped jeans, we don’t care
Smoke and moonlight tangled in our hair
Truck engines hum, bass drums kick
This ain’t a party… it’s a backroad trick
Neon flickers off the diner sign
We’ll dance in mud, and call it fine
Slide guitar cries between every shout
Turn the funk inside out, no doubt
[Bridge]
Hands in pockets, feet in the dirt
Every move drippin’ with southern hurt
Gritty horns replaced by twangy strings
This ain’t your city funk, this is backroad Queens
[Chorus]
Slide step Stomp
Step on up, stomp that floor
We’re burnin’ up your county store
Don’t believe me… just watch…
Slide Step Stomp, gang shout
From the tailgate down to the swamp creek
We make the small-town heartbeat speak
Uh… yeah…
Backroad funk…
You just can’t fight it…
[Chorus]
Slide step stomp…
Slide step Stomp…
Slide step Stomp, Step on up, stomp that floor
We’re back road fond to our very core
Don’t believe me… just watch…
Slide Step Stomp, gang shout… gang shout
From the tailgate down to the swamp creek
We make the small-town heartbeat speak
[Outro]
Uh… yeah…
Backroad funk…
You just can’t fight it…