4 Star View - Dance Hall Shoes

I’m gonna grab a cup of coffee, you grab a pot of your tea
The way this night’s a-going, we’re gonna need more caffeine
I’ve gathered all my sugar, bring your vat of cream
We’re gonna go out jukin’, slip on your dance hall shoes
We’ll improv to jazz and pour our rhythm to the blues
With no regulators, we’re gonna blow a fuse
Come on, take a turn
Come on, feel the burn
Come on, take a turn
No place for concern
If we play it right, we’ll still be moving by morning light
You’ve got your pretty brown hair all locked up in braids
I’ve got my worn out jeans, honey, we’ve got it made
We’ll keep on rolling as long as the bands play
We’ll meet up at the diner and get some vittles to eat
We’ll take a little break and refuel, angel, my treat
But the music won’t stop and neither will our feet
Come on, take a turn
Come on, feel the burn
Come on, take a turn
No place for concern

Written by:
T. Bass

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