Cornmeal Waltz - Guy Clark

There's nothing like cornmeal on a dance hall floor

For dancin' the night away

Slippin' and slidin' effortlessly glidin'

In the arms of my sweet Lily Mae

So I shined up my boots and ironed my shirt

And pulled on some new blue jeans

Well I brushed off my hat and slicked back my hair

I'll beat all that she's ever seen

There's nothing like listenin' to 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

The pickups are parked from here to the road

The beer is so cold it might freeze

The stars are all out the band's in tune

It smells like a barbecue breeze

There's nothing like listenin' to fiddles play

While doin' the Cornmeal Waltz

There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away

Doin' the Cornmeal Waltz

Beat up ol' Stetsons and beehive hair

Belt buckles bumpin' in time

There's a little girl dancin' on her daddy's 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 nothing like listenin' to fiddles play

While doin' the Cornmeal Waltz

There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away

Doin' the Cornmeal Waltz