Six Man Dance

Written by: Roy Jerden

Out in small town Texas, a handshake is a deal
Folks go to church on Sunday, say grace at every meal
Men open doors for ladies, kids say sir and ma'am
Boys can't wait to join the Corps, and serve their Uncle Sam

But if you were to go there, come autumn Friday nights
The place might be deserted, when the whole darn town unites
Upon a spread of hallowed ground, a grassy green expanse
To celebrate their civic pride and watch the six man dance

Now this dance is not for sissies, and I think you would agree
If you knew a bit about a man by the name of Jack Pardee
Yep, they call it six man football, and they don’t get much acclaim
They don't play for scholarships; but for the glory of the game

Three up front and three in back, any lad can be the man
To pass or catch or run the ball, and kick it if he can
A first down costs you fifteen yards; a field goal gets you four
You’ll hardly wait two minutes there before another score

Because for those without some speed, this game is not contrived
And if one team can't keep it up, they might get forty-fived
That's what they call the mercy rule, 'cause scoring is so fast
No point in running up the tab when one team is outclassed

So if you want a taste of life the way it used to be
Where folks can trust each other and kids can still run free
And there’s a game where little fellers surely stand a chance
Drive out to small town Texas, and watch the six man dance


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