One More Chance To Dance

If I could get another chance Another walk Another dance with him I stand in a stance and glance at him with a frown and knock him down to the ground while he turned around How I'd love love love To dance with my father again If by dance you mean abusing, using all my might to fight it seems confusing, because you don’t know the sight of riding home at night, after flying kites with your dad, and pickin clovers then gettin pulled over “Geeze dad, what’d you do bad?” “Please don’t be mad, I can honestly promise I’m sober” I looked over my shoulder and saw red-blue lights they had him dead-to-rights. Guess he won’t me tuckin me in bed tonight.