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.
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West Texas Waltz
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| Ely Joe |
