| Now we always went to dances down at dear old Charley Grays
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| Everyone was singin, everyone was gay
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| Now the place has come alive
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| Everybody’s learned to jive, way down
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| Way down that way
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| And now fiddler Joe has tossed away his rosin and his bow
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| Blowin' on a saxophone, you ought to hear him go
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| Everybody starts to move when Joseph gets into the groove and they
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| Oh they really go, Yeah Man
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| Now we play our country music like it’s never been played before
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| Kept up Swanee River and ol' Dan Murphy’s door
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| The ol' folk say for goodness sake
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| For the country kids can really shake and they, all yell for more
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| Now I can play in country music both the bitter and the sweet
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| Telling of the places and the people that you meet
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| Everything was goin' stale until one day we hit the nail and played
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| That boogie beat Here we go now
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| Now when Saturday comes round and we’re all ready for a ball
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| Everybody gathers, answering the call
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| Music flowin' thru' the trees, guitars rockin' 'round our knees, way down
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| At the old dance hall
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| 'Cause we play our country music like it’s never been played before
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| Kept up Swanee River and ol' Dan Murphy’s door
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| The old folk say for goodness sake
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| For the country kids can really shake and they, all yell for more |