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Dancin' at the Wagon Wheel

My ol' memory is hazy And sometimes things don't seem too real; But I can still recall the night That I danced at the Wagon Wheel. Well, seems I was in a good mood And was puttin' on quite a show; Prancin' on top of that slick bar And yellin' like a crazy crow! I wore my new black Hoppy shirt And a pair of Gene Autry boots-- They say I danced till 'bout midnight And did all them ol' cowboy scoots. Then outside that saloon window Comin' in was a gent in black; They said he was that bogey man-- Since that night I never been back. So ends my honky-tonk story; Like Red says: "It's saucered and blowed"-- I never danced for drunks again Like back when I was four years old.

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