Slow Dancin'
Slow Dancin'
He couldn't square dance worth a hoot
Or do Cotton Eyed Joe
He'd never boogie to the beat
But he could dance real slow
Couldn't stay on a buckin' bronc'
Wouldn't bulldog a steer
But he could break a Mustang filly
By whisperin' in her ear
He never showed his manly side
By sayin' "hell" or "damn"
But when a gal's holdin' his arm
He always says "Yes ma'am"
He had his pick of all the gals
Just why I didn't know
I asked a lady and she said,
" 'Cause he can dance real slow".
Now there's a meanin' somewhere there
Maybe someday I'll know
Meanwhile I'll be an ol' cowboy -
Doin' Cotton Eyed Joe
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