"Hey my boy, dance or die,"
I heard as the shots rang out.
He was shooting at me without any doubt.
I didn't know whether to dance or try!
I wanted to live so I started to dance.
There were some mean cowboys in this town,
and they knew how to party and get down.
So I knew I'd better dance and not take a chance.
The girls could see how well I could dance.
Pretty little fillies from way out West.
It turned out that they wanted to be my guest.
And so they lined up, each and every one, to get their chance.
*Written for Barbara Gorelick's "May I Have This Dance?" contest