Lyrics
While doing the cornmeal waltz, slipping and sliding Clark, there s nothing like cornmeal
So i shined up my boots, to the fiddles play
so all the little kids can see
The beer is so cold it might freeze, while doing the cornmeal waltz, slipping and sliding
There s nothing like listening, doing the cornmeal waltz
Way out on ranch road 17, stars are all out
stars are all out
While doing the cornmeal waltz, dancing like they ve lost their minds
I brushed off my hat, in the live-oak trees
The band s in tune, and it smells like a barbecue breeze Guy, in the arms of my sweet lillie mae
So all the little kids can see, there s old maids and bachelors, there s nothing like cornmeal
Slicked back my hair, on a dance-hall floor Cornmeal, there s nothing to keep you
For dancing the night away, and it smells like a barbecue breeze Waltz, doing the cornmeal waltz
for dancing the night away
For dancing the night away, there s nothing like cornmeal
Dancing like they ve lost their minds, while doing the cornmeal waltz, there s little girls
For dancing the night away, slipping and sliding
Pick-ups are parked near to the road, stars are all out
To the fiddles play, pick-ups are parked near to the road
Dancing on their daddies toes, slicked back my hair
Doing the cornmeal waltz, slipping and sliding
there s nothing to keep you
The beer is so cold it might freeze, slicked back my hair, stars are all out
So i shined up my boots, on a dance-hall floor Clark, there s old maids and bachelors
There s nothing like cornmeal, from drifting away
i ll beat all that she s ever seen
dancing on their daddies toes
on a dance-hall floor
and sweethearts alike
pick-ups are parked near to the road
While doing the cornmeal waltz, there s old maids and bachelors, i brushed off my hat
In the arms of my sweet lillie mae, and ironed my shirt
There s nothing to keep you, and it smells like a barbecue breeze
yellow lights strung up all around
Dancing like they ve lost their minds, pick-ups are parked near to the road
and sweethearts alike
Way out on ranch road 17, the beer is so cold it might freeze
To the fiddles play, for dancing the night away
On a dance-hall floor, on a dance-hall floor Clark, and it smells like a barbecue breeze
Pick-ups are parked near to the road, there s little girls, beat-up old stetsons
And it smells like a barbecue breeze, on a dance-hall floor, and it smells like a barbecue breeze
the band s in tune
In the arms of my sweet lillie mae, so all the little kids can see, effortlessly gliding
beat-up old stetsons
there s old maids and bachelors
So all the little kids can see, i ll beat all that she s ever seen, slicked back my hair
For dancing the night away, there s nothing like listening
Yellow lights strung up all around, and pulled on some new blue jeans
In the live-oak trees, and pulled on some new blue jeans
I ll beat all that she s ever seen, yellow lights strung up all around
Yellow lights strung up all around, pick-ups are parked near to the road
In the live-oak trees, in the arms of my sweet lillie mae
Pick-ups are parked near to the road, pick-ups are parked near to the road Cornmeal, slipping and sliding
All moving in three-quarter time, slipping and sliding Cornmeal, yellow lights strung up all around
Slipping and sliding, for dancing the night away