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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I saw a toot doin’ a rootin’ shoutin’
In the parking lot by the Dollar Tree
Boots kicked up, that hat just bouncin’
About fell right out my Wrangler jeans
It hit my heart like a Sunday sermon
Hit my funny bone just as hard, you see
It was wrong in all the right ways, brother
Made me slap my dagum knee (hey!)
[Chorus]
It was so bastardly, so blasted rowdy
I about spoke in tongues right there
Got me holy, holy, holy laughin’
Spillin’ sweet tea everywhere
If you ever see a fool that foolish
You’ll understand what happened to me
I got saved by the sight of stupid
And I slapped my dagum knee (oh, my dagum knee)
[Verse 2]
Folks pulled up, rolled down their windows
Like, “What on earth is goin’ on?”
Old Miss June dropped her sack of pickles
Said, “Child, that ain’t right, but carry on”
I was doubled over, barely breathin’
Like a choir that lost the key
That wild little scene kept preachin’
And I slapped my dagum knee
[Chorus]
It was so bastardly, so blasted rowdy
I about spoke in tongues right there
Got me holy, holy, holy laughin’
Spillin’ sweet tea everywhere
If you ever see a fool that foolish
You’ll understand what happened to me
I got saved by the sight of stupid
And I slapped my dagum knee (slapped my dagum knee)
[Bridge]
Some folks find grace in a red-back hymnal
Some find truth in a preacher’s plea
Me, I found the Lord in a laughin’ fit
Over pure, prime-time tomfoolery
[Chorus]
It was so bastardly, so blasted rowdy
I about spoke in tongues right there
Got me holy, holy, holy laughin’
Spillin’ sweet tea everywhere
If you ever see a fool that foolish
You’ll understand what happened to me
I got saved by the sight of stupid
Yeah, I got saved by the sight of stupid
And I slapped my dagum knee (hey!)
Slapped my dagum knee
Details
GeneratedFeb 21, 2026
Duration3:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, 90s bar-band country groove with a touch of Southern soul; steady brushed kit, twangy telecaster licks, warm Hammond pads under the chorus. Male vocals with a playful grit; call-and-response backing harmonies on hooks. Easy swing pocket, small-town honky-tonk energy rolling into a handclap singalong by the last chorus., soul
Credits
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Prompt
I saw a Toot doing a Rootin Shoutin. It made me Holy!. It was so Bastardly that I Slap my dagum knee. My favorite genre of music is 90s country, soul.
