Cowboy Hoe Down
The crop has been harvested, the moon has turned red.
All our chores are now finished, the cows have been fed.
Time to put on our best blue jeans, spit polish our boots.
Let down our long hair, get back to our country roots.
Billy has got a banjo, Danny is a diamond on the drum,
Announcement posted at the hardware store, everybody come.
Feasting on some pumpkin bread, beer and barbeque,
Heels to the dirt dance floor, shake hands a time or two.
Peggy Sue in her sundress, Virginia has gotten a new do,
Let's listen to the dance caller to find the right dance queue.
Begin with a simple square dance, and ease the stage fright,
You can do si do your partner, bow to left and to the right.
Give a smile, your doing just fine, click them heels one more time,
One, two, three, slap your knee, listen to the musically rhyme.
Crowds around are keeping the beat, hands and boots clapping,
Spurs on the stage, instrument of choice, chiming and tapping.
Bellies are full, spirits are high, one more dance, one more rhyme.
Let the competition begin, kick up your heels. let's have a good time.
All the best dancers shuffle their feet wondering who will capture the crown,
The night heats up, crowds gather round, time for an old fashioned Hoe Down.
Casarah Nance
Tim Smith
October 8, 2014
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Ct Duet | Year Posted 2014
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