Cowboy Hoedown
The dancing pardners, dressed in dungarees,
With checkered shirts, and Stetsons, boots and spurs,
Are at a wedding. Joy the bride now asks
The band to play a tune that she prefers.
The fiddle music made 'em tap their toes,
But what she wants just brings the place to life.
The hoe down wedding is the place to be-
And Billy-Bob's so glad that Joy's his wife.
I shake my head and smile at what I see
and hear the whoops and cries as couples leap.
The fiddlers play so fast I can't resist,
But soon become a laughing, sweating heap.
I step upon my pardner's boot clad toes,
And pull her down when I fall to the floor.
I laugh so hard I cannot get my breath,
But she is angry, branding me a bore.
Some stop their dancing just to help me up
And wait there as I stumble to a chair.
The newlyweds,wrapped in each other's arms,
Dance on a though the rest of us aren't there.
This is their day, hope I haven't spoiled it
Even a little bit, that would be sad.
Most of the guests are crowding on dance floor,
But as for me, I'll rest here for a tad.
Before too long, I have to shout, "Yee-haa!"
I clasp my hands and then I stamp my feet.
The youngsters feign fatigue and clear the floor
And giggling, watch me leap up from my seat.
October 10, 2014
Co Writer's: Joyce Johnson
Jack Horne
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