Charley Gray’s Barndance Songtext
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Charley Gray’s Barndance Songtext
Now we always went to dances down at dear old Charley Grays,
Everyone was singin, everyone was gay,
Now the place has come alive,
Everybody′s learned to jive, way down,
Way down that way.
And now fiddler Joe has tossed away his rosin and his bow,
Blowin' on a saxophone, you ought to hear him go,
Everybody starts to move when Joseph gets into the groove and they,
Oh they really go, Yeah Man.
Now we play our country music like it′s never been played before,
Kept up Swanee River and ol' Dan Murphy's door,
The ol′ folk say for goodness sake,
For the country kids can really shake and they, all yell for more.
Now I can play in country music both the bitter and the sweet
Telling of the places and the people that you meet,
Everything was goin′ stale until one day we hit the nail and played,
That boogie beat Here we go now
Now when Saturday comes round and we're all ready for a ball,
Everybody gathers, answering the call,
Music flowin′ thru' the trees, guitars rockin′ 'round our knees, way down,
At the old dance hall,
′Cause we play our country music like it's never been played before,
Kept up Swanee River and ol' Dan Murphy′s door,
The old folk say for goodness sake,
For the country kids can really shake and they, all yell for more
Everyone was singin, everyone was gay,
Now the place has come alive,
Everybody′s learned to jive, way down,
Way down that way.
And now fiddler Joe has tossed away his rosin and his bow,
Blowin' on a saxophone, you ought to hear him go,
Everybody starts to move when Joseph gets into the groove and they,
Oh they really go, Yeah Man.
Now we play our country music like it′s never been played before,
Kept up Swanee River and ol' Dan Murphy's door,
The ol′ folk say for goodness sake,
For the country kids can really shake and they, all yell for more.
Now I can play in country music both the bitter and the sweet
Telling of the places and the people that you meet,
Everything was goin′ stale until one day we hit the nail and played,
That boogie beat Here we go now
Now when Saturday comes round and we're all ready for a ball,
Everybody gathers, answering the call,
Music flowin′ thru' the trees, guitars rockin′ 'round our knees, way down,
At the old dance hall,
′Cause we play our country music like it's never been played before,
Kept up Swanee River and ol' Dan Murphy′s door,
The old folk say for goodness sake,
For the country kids can really shake and they, all yell for more
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