Blackjack Texas
It's blackjack Texas Saturday night
Body tired and spirits light
Everybody wound up tight
Waitin' for the band to play
Bigon get your fiddle down
Roy, bring your French harp round
Daddy make that guitar sound
We're gonna dance this night away
Put your little foot and then Fraulein
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Thinkin' tonight of my blue eyes
All the live long day
It's a faded love and a do-si-do
Filipina baby and a cotton-eyed Joe
Pass me the jug and here I go
I'm gonna dance this night away
Cause it's blackjack Texas Saturday night
Body tired and spirits light
Everybody wound up tight
Waitin' for the band to play
Bigon get your fiddle down
Roy, bring your French harp round
Daddy make that guitar sound
We're gonna dance this night away
Well, Grandpa, he's an old geezer
Married to a sweet young teaser
But he knows just how to please her
With that pocketbook
Whenever they come down
Their the talk of the town
All the boys gonna gather round
Tryin' to get another look
Cause it's blackjack Texas Saturday night
Body tired and spirits light
Everybody wound up tight
Waitin' for the band to play
Bigon get your fiddle down
Roy, bring your French harp round
Old Bo Cole on the dobro
We're gonna dance this night away
Body tired and spirits light
Everybody wound up tight
Waitin' for the band to play
Bigon get your fiddle down
Roy, bring your French harp round
Daddy make that guitar sound
We're gonna dance this night away
Put your little foot and then Fraulein
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Thinkin' tonight of my blue eyes
All the live long day
It's a faded love and a do-si-do
Filipina baby and a cotton-eyed Joe
Pass me the jug and here I go
I'm gonna dance this night away
Cause it's blackjack Texas Saturday night
Body tired and spirits light
Everybody wound up tight
Waitin' for the band to play
Bigon get your fiddle down
Roy, bring your French harp round
Daddy make that guitar sound
We're gonna dance this night away
Well, Grandpa, he's an old geezer
Married to a sweet young teaser
But he knows just how to please her
With that pocketbook
Whenever they come down
Their the talk of the town
All the boys gonna gather round
Tryin' to get another look
Cause it's blackjack Texas Saturday night
Body tired and spirits light
Everybody wound up tight
Waitin' for the band to play
Bigon get your fiddle down
Roy, bring your French harp round
Old Bo Cole on the dobro
We're gonna dance this night away
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Hagood
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