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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…