Tall Corn Stomp

In the land between the rivers where the tall corn grows,
They all dance a little boogie everybody knows.
Lace up your clodhoppers and begin to romp,
Souix City to Dubuque they do the tall corn stomp.

When the October moon is full you can hear the call,
Everybody's rockin' at the Harvest Ball.
Do the tall corn stomp out in Ioway,
Gaurnteed to stomp all your blues away.

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It ain't about potatoes, it ain't about the beets,
It's all about the vegetable that's fat and sweet.
It ain't about the sourgum, it ain't about the beans,
It's all about the finest crop you ever seen.

You got to understand before it gets too late,
It's all about the gold out in the Hawkeye State.
Everybody's stompin' I mean everyone,
From Council Bluffs clean across to Burlington.

Time to spread the message, time to spread the word.
Time to get to stompin' till your soul gets stirred.
From sea to shining sea across the U.S.A.
Do the tall corn stomp, like out in Ioway.

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