Stamping Ground from ZOOT SUIT by JUDGE SMITH

STAMPING GROUND

It feels strange to be here.
I’ve not been here for years,
But I’m walking around
‘Cause this wild part of town
Was my old stamping ground.

Felt at home here before,
But I’m not any more.
I suppose I was bound
To find changes profound
In my old stamping ground.

No one I know,
They all left years ago.
All the friends that I found
On the merry-go-round
Of my old stamping ground.

Stamp the ground. Stamp the ground.
Stamp, stamp. Stamp it out!

I don’t know why I came,
Only one thing’s the same.
Still get off on the sound
Of my feet as they pound
On my old stamping ground.

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