Cornmeal Waltz
There's nothin' like cornmeal on a dancehall floor
For dancin' the night away
Slippin' and slidin'
Effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae
So I shined up my boots and ironed my shirt
And pulled on some new blue jeans
Oh, I brushed off my hat, slicked back my hair
I'll beat all that she's ever seen
There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the cornmeal waltz
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away
Doin' the cornmeal waltz
Way out on Ranch Road 17
There's a dance hall in the live-oak trees
Yellow lights strung up all around
So all the little kids can see
Pickups are parked near to the road
The beer is so cold it might freeze
Stars are all out, the band's in tune
And it smells like a barbecue breeze
There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the cornmeal waltz
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away
Doin' the cornmeal waltz
Beat-up old Stetsons, beehive hair
Belt buckles bumpin' in time
There's little girls dancin' on their daddies' toes
Spinnin' around on a dime
Grandma and Grandpa are out on the floor
Dancin' like they've lost their minds
There's old maids and bachelors and sweethearts alike
All movin' in three-quarter time
There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the cornmeal waltz
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away
Just doin' the cornmeal waltz
For dancin' the night away
Slippin' and slidin'
Effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae
So I shined up my boots and ironed my shirt
And pulled on some new blue jeans
Oh, I brushed off my hat, slicked back my hair
I'll beat all that she's ever seen
There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the cornmeal waltz
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away
Doin' the cornmeal waltz
Way out on Ranch Road 17
There's a dance hall in the live-oak trees
Yellow lights strung up all around
So all the little kids can see
Pickups are parked near to the road
The beer is so cold it might freeze
Stars are all out, the band's in tune
And it smells like a barbecue breeze
There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the cornmeal waltz
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away
Doin' the cornmeal waltz
Beat-up old Stetsons, beehive hair
Belt buckles bumpin' in time
There's little girls dancin' on their daddies' toes
Spinnin' around on a dime
Grandma and Grandpa are out on the floor
Dancin' like they've lost their minds
There's old maids and bachelors and sweethearts alike
All movin' in three-quarter time
There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the cornmeal waltz
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away
Just doin' the cornmeal waltz
Credits
Writer(s): Guy Clark, Shawn Camp
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