Lyrics:

Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp, the B-B-B-B-Boonville stomp
Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp, the B-B-B-B-Boonville stomp
Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp, the B-B-B-B-Boonville stomp
Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp, the B-B-B-B-Boonville stomp

Monty worked for the forestry
But he couldn't make ends meet
Monty went to the hydro store
Soon he became part of the town elite
Hobnobbin' with the town elite

Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp, the B-B-B-B-Boonville stomp

Saddie knew the preacher man
She pedicured his wife
Saddie told the boys in town
And soon they came and threatened to take his life

Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp, the B-B-B-B-Boonville stomp
Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp, the B-B-B-B-Boonville stomp

B-B-B-B-Boonville, B-B-B-B-Boonville, B-B-B-B-Boonville stomp
B-B-B-B-Boonville, B-B---B-Boonville, B-B-B-B-B-B-Boonville stomp

Robert lived with the surlys
And he threw a hard ball fast
And now he's part of the greasy cast

Stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp the Bonneville
Stomp, stomp, stomp the Bonneville
Stomp, stomp, stomp the Bonneville
Stomp, stomp, stomp the Bonneville
Stomp, stomp, stomp the Bonneville
Stomp, stomp, stomp the Bonneville
Stomp, stomp, stomp the Bonneville
Stomp, stomp, stomp the Bonneville
Stomp, stomp, stomp the Bonneville
Stomp, stomp, the Bonneville stomp

Now Betsy was a fleur-de-lys
Tried to be the homecoming queen
But Ally had a few more trinkets and something in between
Now Betsy had an ear for music
And a voice of unique tone
But at 19 had a baby boy
So her dreams never had a chance to roam

Very far from home
Very far from home
Very far from home
Very far from home