| Bob Wills is playing the old London hall
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| The whole town was out in their best
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| There is a boy called Caballo he sported a plow
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| Fell in love with a girl in the blue cotton dress
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| Now they weren’t much on dancing that grand ballroom style
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| But they shuffled across the dance floor in time
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| She said I’ve nothing to offer he said I’ve nothing to take from you
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| Except for your heart if you’ll say you’ll be mine
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| Young Lovers waltzing on the town square at dawn
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| Round, round the courthouse with no chaperone
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| It’s a turn for a heartbeat and a turn for a sigh
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| It’s a turn for the waltzers that can’t say goodbye
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| There was biscuits and gravy sweat on the ground
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| Harvesting late in the eve
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| And he lay with his blue girl when they lost their first child
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| Holding her to him away in their dreams
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| Young Lovers waltzing on the town square at dawn
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| Round, round the courthouse with no chaperone
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| It’s a turn for a heartbeat and a turn for a sigh
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| It’s a turn for the waltzers that can’t say goodbye
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| The shadows grew longer the porch swing turned gray
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| The sunlight gave way to the moon
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| And I old Caballo rocking away
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| Hums to his blue girl an old bob wills tune
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| Young Lovers waltzing on the town square at dawn
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| Round, round the courthouse with no chaperone
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| It’s a turn for a heartbeat and a turn for a sigh
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| It’s a turn for the waltzers that can’t say goodbye |