| There’s nothin' like cornmeal on a dance-hall floor for dancin' the night away,
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| Slippin' and slidin', effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae,
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| So I shined up my boots and ironed my shirt, and pulled on some new blue jeans.
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| Oh, I brushed off my hat, slicked back my hair; |
| I’ll beat all that she’s ever
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| seen.
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| There’s nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
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| While doin' the cornmeal waltz.
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| There’s nothin' to keep you from driftin' away,
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| Doin' the cornmeal waltz.
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| Way out on Ranch Road 17 there’s a dance hall in the live-oak trees,
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| Yellow lights strung up all around, so all the little kids can see.
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| Pickups are parked near to the road; |
| the beer is so cold it might freeze.
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| Stars are all out, the band’s in tune, and it smells like a barbecue breeze.
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| There’s nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
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| While doin' the cornmeal waltz.
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| There’s nothin' to keep you from driftin' away,
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| Doin' the cornmeal waltz.
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| Beat-up old Stetsons, beehive hair, belt buckles bumpin' in time.
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| There’s little girls dancin' on their daddies' toes, spinnin' around on a dime.
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| Grandma and Grandpa are out on the floor, dancin' like they’ve lost their minds.
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| There’s old maids and bachelors and sweethearts alike, all movin' in
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| three-quarter time.
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| There’s nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
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| While doin' the cornmeal waltz.
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| There’s nothin' to keep you from driftin' away,
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| Just doin' the cornmeal waltz. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cornmeal Waltz , by - Guy Clark. Song from the album My Favorite Picture of You, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня