Lyrics
There's nothin' like cornmeal on a dance-hall floor for dancin' the night away,
Expressing the joy and uniqueness of dancing on a dance-hall floor with cornmeal.
Slippin' and slidin', effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae,
Describing the smooth and effortless experience of dancing with the speaker's partner, Lillie Mae.
So I shined up my boots and ironed my shirt, and pulled on some new blue jeans.
Preparing for the dance by grooming oneself, emphasizing the anticipation and effort put into the occasion.
Oh, I brushed off my hat, slicked back my hair; I'll beat all that she's ever seen.
The speaker takes care to present themselves well, expressing confidence in impressing Lillie Mae.
There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
Highlighting the joy of listening to fiddles play while engaging in the cornmeal waltz dance.
While doin' the cornmeal waltz.
Emphasizing the connection between the fiddle music and the cornmeal waltz dance.
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away,
Suggesting that the cornmeal waltz is a dance that allows freedom and prevents drifting away from the partner.
Doin' the cornmeal waltz.
Reiterating the idea that the cornmeal waltz keeps dancers connected.
Way out on Ranch Road 17 there's a dance hall in the live-oak trees,
Setting the scene of a specific location, Ranch Road 17, with a dance hall surrounded by live-oak trees.
Yellow lights strung up all around, so all the little kids can see.
Describing the ambiance with yellow lights and the accessibility for children to watch the dance.
Pickups are parked near to the road; the beer is so cold it might freeze.
Painting a picture of pickups parked near the road, cold beer, and a festive atmosphere.
Stars are all out, the band's in tune, and it smells like a barbecue breeze.
Portraying a pleasant scene with stars, a well-tuned band, and the aroma of barbecue.
There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
Reiterating the joy of listening to fiddles while engaging in the cornmeal waltz.
While doin' the cornmeal waltz.
Reconnecting the musical experience with the cornmeal waltz dance.
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away,
Emphasizing the ability of the cornmeal waltz to keep dancers together.
Doin' the cornmeal waltz.
Reiterating the idea that the cornmeal waltz prevents drifting apart.
Beat-up old Stetsons, beehive hair, belt buckles bumpin' in time.
Describing the diverse crowd with beat-up Stetsons, beehive hair, and synchronized belt buckles.
There's little girls dancin' on their daddies' toes, spinnin' around on a dime.
Depicting the charming image of little girls dancing on their fathers' toes.
Grandma and Grandpa are out on the floor, dancin' like they've lost their minds.
Highlighting the involvement of older generations, with grandparents dancing enthusiastically.
There's old maids and bachelors and sweethearts alike, all movin' in three-quarter time.
Reflecting the inclusivity of the dance, with people of various relationship statuses moving in three-quarter time.
There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
Reiterating the pleasure of fiddle music during the cornmeal waltz.
While doin' the cornmeal waltz.
Connecting the musical experience to the ongoing cornmeal waltz dance.
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away,
Emphasizing the role of the cornmeal waltz in maintaining the connection between dancers.
Just doin' the cornmeal waltz.
Concluding with the simple joy of doing the cornmeal waltz without any concerns of drifting away.
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