Cornmeal Waltz

There's nothin' like cornmeal on a dancehall floor
 For dancin' the night away
 Slippin' and slidin'
 Effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae
 So I shined up my boots and ironed my shirt
 And pulled on some new blue jeans
 Oh, I brushed off my hat, slicked back my hair
 I'll beat all that she's ever seen
 There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
 While doin' the cornmeal waltz
 There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away
 Doin' the cornmeal waltz
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 Way out on Ranch Road 17
 There's a dance hall in the live-oak trees
 Yellow lights strung up all around
 So all the little kids can see
 Pickups are parked near to the road
 The beer is so cold it might freeze
 Stars are all out, the band's in tune
 And it smells like a barbecue breeze
 There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
 While doin' the cornmeal waltz
 There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away
 Doin' the cornmeal waltz
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 Beat-up old Stetsons, beehive hair
 Belt buckles bumpin' in time
 There's little girls dancin' on their daddies' toes
 Spinnin' around on a dime
 Grandma and Grandpa are out on the floor
 Dancin' like they've lost their minds
 There's old maids and bachelors and sweethearts alike
 All movin' in three-quarter time
 There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
 While doin' the cornmeal waltz
 There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away
 Just doin' the cornmeal waltz