| When you’re ready for steady to go dancin', romancin'
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| Grab your sweetheart and jump in your car
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| Drive right on down to the bright side of town
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| You’ll be glad you don’t have to drive far
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| You’ll be happy you don’t have to go far
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| Park your pickups and Cadilacs, Fords and Renaults
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| And dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
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| Grandmammy, grandpappy if you plan to stay happy
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| You better lace up your best dancin shoes
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| Come see us, don’t write us, you can stop your arthritis
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| Just by dancin' away your blues
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| Just by dancin' away your blues
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| So bind up your bunions with band-aids and gauze
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| Come dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
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| I met a fine banker and I’d sure like to thank him
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| For the credit he gave me made me shout
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| He changed my whole attitude and to show him ny gratitude
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| I decided I’d just ask him out
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| Yes I thought I just might ask her out
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| I said close up your windows, honey, lock up your vaults
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| And dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
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| We spent the next to the last dollar in the old ice cream parlor
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| On a milkshake and a malt and a pop
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| Then we heard us some sounds, there was a honky tonk lounge
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| Right Next to the ice cream shop
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| Next door to the ice cream shop
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| Now only two things are better than milkshakes and malts
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| And one is dancin' like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
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| And the other is somethin', but really it’s nothin'
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| To speak of it’s somethin' to do
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| If you’ve done it before, you’ll be doin' it some more
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| Just as soon as the dancin' is through
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| Right after the dancin' is through
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| And if anybody asks you why, just tell it’s because
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| You been dancin' like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz |