| When you’re ready or steady
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| To go dancin', romancin'
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| Grab your sweetheart and jump in your car
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| Drive right on down
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| 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 pick-ups and Cadillacs, Fords and Renaults
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| Get out and dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
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| My pickup needs a tune-up
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| I better get up and make up
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| My mind to get on it today
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| The tractor’s been actin' up
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| And the sewer lines are backin' up
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| But I’ll be dancin' tonight anyway
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| I’ll go dancin' tonight anyway
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| 'Cause I count my blessings, I don’t count my faults
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| I like to dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
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| Well I found a young cow-dog
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| An' I told him: «Now, now doh
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| «You're a borderline Collie, I’m a borderline fool.»
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| But he had some bad habits
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| He was scared of jack rabbits
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| I sent him off to canine school
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| I think they call it obedience school
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| When he came back, he couldn’t tell a cow from a horse
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| But he could dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
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| Grandmammy, grandpappy
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| If you wanna stay happy
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| Better lace up your best dancin' shoes
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| Come see us, don’t write us
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| You can stop your arthritis
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| Just by dancin' away your blues
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| Now just by dancin' away your blues
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| So bind up your bunnions with band-aids and gauze
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| And come dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
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| Oh yeah
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| Intrumental Break
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| I met a fine lady banker
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| And I’d sure like to thank her
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| For the credit she gave me made me shout
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| She changed my whole attitude
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| And to show her a little gratitude
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| I decided I’d just ask her out
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| Yeah, I thought I just might ask her out
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| I said close up your windows, and lock up your vaults
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| And lets go dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
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| We spent the next to last dollar
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| At the old ice cream parlor
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| On a milkshake and a malt and a pop
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| And then we heard us some sounds
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| Was a honky tonk lounge
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| Next door 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'
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| 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
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| 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 'em because
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| You been dancin' like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz |