There's nothing like cornmeal on a dancehall 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
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