Dance With Who Brung Ya

Oh those fiddles there, ay Charlie
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 You got to dance with who brung you
 Swing with who swung you
 Don't be a fickle fool
 And you came here with a gal, who's always been your pal
 Don't you leave her for the first unattached girl, it just ain't cool
 You got to dance with who brung you
 Swing with who swung you
 Life ain't no forty-yard dash
 Be in it for the long run
 In the long run you'll have more fun
 If you dance with who brung you to the bash
 I had a friend in Texas
 He really had some style
 He sang that good old Western Swing and drove 'em wild, wild, wild
 And when the talent scout from Vegas said
 "Boy, press and sing this way"
 And in one short year he was broke in L.A
 You got to dance with who brung you
 Swing with who swung you
 Life ain't no forty-yard dash
 Be in it for the long run
 In the long run you'll have more fun
 If you dance with who brung you to the bash (everybody)
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 Why, it's the South Austin Symphony Orchestra
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 You gotta be real careful what you wish for
 'Cause you just might get
 The whole darn thing
 Be sure what you want is really something you can use
 Or you might wind up out there
 Singing the Blues
 You got to dance with who brung you
 Swing with who swung you
 Life ain't no forty-yard dash
 Be in it for the long run
 In the long run you'll have more fun
 If you dance with who brung you
 Swing with who swung you
 Dance with who brung you to the bash
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 This song is dedicated to man's best friend
 The chicken
 'Cause there ain't nobody here but us chickens