Slow Dancin'

Slow Dancin' He couldn't square dance worth a hoot Or do Cotton Eyed Joe He'd never boogie to the beat But he could dance real slow Couldn't stay on a buckin' bronc' Wouldn't bulldog a steer But he could break a Mustang filly By whisperin' in her ear He never showed his manly side By sayin' "hell" or "damn" But when a gal's holdin' his arm He always says "Yes ma'am" He had his pick of all the gals Just why I didn't know I asked a lady and she said, " 'Cause he can dance real slow". Now there's a meanin' somewhere there Maybe someday I'll know Meanwhile I'll be an ol' cowboy - Doin' Cotton Eyed Joe