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When you're ready or steady, |
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To go dancin', romancin', |
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Grab your sweetheart and jump in your car. |
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Drive right on down, |
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To the bright side of town |
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You'll be glad you don't have to drive far. |
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You'll be happy you don't have to go far. |
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Park your pick-ups and Cadillacs, Fords and Renaults. |
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Get out and dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz. |
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My pickup needs a tune-up, |
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I better get up and make up, |
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My mind to get on it today. |
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The tractor's been actin' up, |
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And the sewer lines are backin' up, |
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But I'll be dancin' tonight anyway. |
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I'll go dancin' tonight anyway. |
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'Cause I count my blessings, I don't count my faults. |
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I like to dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz. |
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Well I found a young cow-dog, |
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An' I told him: "Now, now doh, |
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"You're a borderline Collie, I'm a borderline fool." |
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But he had some bad habits, |
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He was scared of jack rabbits. |
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I sent him off to canine school. |
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I think they call it obedience school. |
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When he came back, he couldn't tell a cow from a horse, |
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But he could dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz. |
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Grandmammy, grandpappy, |
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If you wanna stay happy, |
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Better lace up your best dancin' shoes. |
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Come see us, don't write us. |
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You can stop your arthritis, |
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Just by dancin' away your blues. |
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Now just by dancin' away your blues. |
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So bind up your bunnions with band-aids and gauze, |
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And come dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz. |
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Oh yeah. |
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Intrumental Break. |
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I met a fine lady banker, |
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And I'd sure like to thank her, |
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For the credit she gave me made me shout. |
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She changed my whole attitude, |
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And to show her a little gratitude, |
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I decided I'd just ask her out. |
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Yeah, I thought I just might ask her out. |
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I said close up your windows, and lock up your vaults, |
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And lets go dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz. |
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We spent the next to last dollar, |
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At the old ice cream parlor, |
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On a milkshake and a malt and a pop. |
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And then we heard us some sounds, |
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Was a honky tonk lounge, |
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Next door to the ice cream shop. |
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Next door to the ice cream shop. |
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Now only two things are better than milkshakes and malts, |
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And one is dancin' like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz. |
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And the other is somethin', |
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But really it's nothin', |
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To speak of, it's somethin' to do. |
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If you've done it before, |
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You'll be doin' it some more, |
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Just as soon as the dancin' is through. |
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Right after the dancin' is through. |
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And if anybody asks you why, just tell 'em because, |
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You been dancin' like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz. |
