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Dancin' On Daddy's Shoes Lyrics
There’s nothing else I’d rather do
Than to sit around and talk to you
And reminisce about a simpler time
The music that we made
Was simple but it stayed
In my memory and
On my mind
Dancin’ on daddy’s shoes
Dancin’ all around the room
Rollin’ the rug up—kickin’ our heels up
Dancin’ away the blues
Sister would clap along
Everyone would sing a song
Playin’ homemade music—dancin’ on daddy’s shoes
There’s something ‘bout this musty room
That makes me reel
Makes me swoon
That strange perfume is one of a kind
The rhythm takes me back
When I hear that razzmatazz
There’s no nicer feeling that I can find
Dancin’ on daddy’s shoes
Memories you’ll never loose
Dancin’ away the blues
Sentimental memories
Dancin’ on daddy’ shoes
Dancin’ on daddy’ shoes
Dancin’ on daddy’s shoes
Dancin’ all around the room
Rollin’ the rug up—kickin’ our heels up
Dancin’ away the blues
Sister would clap along
Everyone would sing a song
Playin’ homemade music—dancin’ on daddy’s shoes
Oh, dancin’ on daddy’s shoes
Than to sit around and talk to you
And reminisce about a simpler time
The music that we made
Was simple but it stayed
In my memory and
On my mind
Dancin’ all around the room
Rollin’ the rug up—kickin’ our heels up
Dancin’ away the blues
Sister would clap along
Everyone would sing a song
Playin’ homemade music—dancin’ on daddy’s shoes
That makes me reel
Makes me swoon
That strange perfume is one of a kind
The rhythm takes me back
When I hear that razzmatazz
There’s no nicer feeling that I can find
Memories you’ll never loose
Dancin’ away the blues
Dancin’ on daddy’ shoes
Dancin’ all around the room
Rollin’ the rug up—kickin’ our heels up
Dancin’ away the blues
Sister would clap along
Everyone would sing a song
Playin’ homemade music—dancin’ on daddy’s shoes
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Yep, stranger—them was red hot times And things, they wasn’t slow In this here little one hoss town Several years ago
There was cussin’ Sam, the captain And when he came to town He would spend the baby’s money And suck good likker down
As slippery Jake, the gambler He was one ornery galoot Was dealin’ faro ‘cross the way With skinnin’ games to boot
Come stranger, don’t be bashful This party ain’t select Though you’re a simple tenderfoot The boys here won’t object
Come on you over yonder A talkin’ to yer dog This ain’t no lunatic asylum Come—let’s have a clog
So you don’t know how it’s done, hey? Yer modest—that is all Come boys—let’s start the music Now cowboy—balance all
Start now—you’re up against it Close up yer open face That’s good—now slide out for the hills Yer dogs have quit the chase
Go roll your freight and vanish Get out and split the breeze Shake out the lint that’s in yer clothes A little faster please
Choose yer partner—hmmm, well yes And grab the next one after And it won’t harm nuthin’ if you do Shake the roof with laughter
Fer it’s joytime—yessiree Come around prancin’ Cause there’s nothing like the present For doin’ some dancin’
Hear them fiddles—hain’t they great? Sufferin’ land-o-lawdy On the toes, Sweet—show yer stuff Come a’steppin’ gaudy
Comes a’ragin’ down the line Whoopalorum let ‘er! Seems to me there’s little That makes a heart feel better
Morning time is miles away Never ‘spect to hit the hay She’s a waitin’—wake up there! Promenade all—you know where!
Wallace Coburn—Cowboy Fun and Robert Carr—Haller’s Dance [paraphrased]
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At least for three of us—very possibly more …
An enormously cherished memory—neck to neck with “I’m hot! I have a headache! (angel whines …)” He was delighted ... charmed ... ecstatic ...when he wasn't laughing his ass off ...