Sad Hannah - the Barn Dance Wallflower

It was Saturday night at Community Hall. There was popcorn and pretzels and birch beer for all. She sat off in the corner, her hands on her knees, A fly on the windowsill nobody sees. She’s Hannah, sad Hannah. She’ll never be rodeo queen. ‘cause you can’t steal the show If you don’t do-si-do. Sad Hannah just turned seventeen. All those cowboys and cowgirls were twirling around. As Hannah just sat there, her heart on the ground. Neither banjo nor fiddle could lighten her mood. She pulled out her hip flask and got herself stewed. She’s Hannah, sad Hannah. Left out of the fun once again. So, she’ll just roll away With a bashful sashay And drown her misfortune in gin.