I fell in love with her? seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers and some lesbians that never loved n-ggas twisted love story True Romance Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
man she left behind her Was two thousand miles away Singing boy pick up that fiddle We'll play that steel guitar We'll find yourself a lady And dance
I fell in love wit' her" Seen by actors, ballplayers, and drug dealers And some lesbians that never loved niggas Twisted love story, true romance Mary Magdalene, from a pole dance
the sun, Is saturday night on ba - (e7) you pon (a) pon. Oh the fiddles sing and the guitars ring, They have no thought of care or pain, It's time to dance
Or fall in a teardrop I can't hold back now Pour me hard liquor over soft music and she'll be hanging round somewhere [ fiddle - guitar ] She may dance
no need to See I.D. The entire scenery shrouded in mystery Clouded with greenery, six girls to every three dudes So you have half a chance if you ask to have a dance
niggas be strong Staying alone to my own, with my baby and wife Plus I'm keeping the bread a nine, cause I'm guarding my life Ain't no slipping in my game, doing a dance
the face Fre-fre-fresher than tooth-the-paste You know how we do in the place The crowd accumulates when he's tunin? the bass The fiddle and guitar
have you cheated me and lied Now you have left me for this stranger and she's in my place by your side [ steel - fiddle ] So why you are dancing...
get someone to kiss me I can't get someone to care But when I need someone to who loves me you're not easy to forget [ steel - fiddle ] Last night while dancing
. And brighter now is the lantern burning That lightens my path to love. No fiddle tune will take the air, But I will see his swift feet dancing And
Hey little little gonna play my fiddle, ain't got nothin' to lose Roll over beethoven and tell tchaikowsky the news You know she winks like a glow worm and dance
Written by Neil Young, Published by Silver Fiddle Music (c) 1988. Recorded: July 21st, 1988. High on a balcony, right where we used to be, This city dancing
! We'll do the salty boogie 'Til the old barn tumbles down [ fiddle ] Now I'll be damned In my Sunday clothes With a cute little red head Freckle on the nose The dance
turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love brought to me Twelve fiddlers fiddling, eleven lords a leaping, ten ladies dancing
mom was looking like a ghost Was gonna beat us to the coast and the Punkin Center Barn Dance At the Punkin Center Barn Dance that's where everyone would be Dancing
heels she was lost again and all her daddy's money couldn't save her She was young and wild she was a rich man's child She learned to dance and she
sounded so sweet Just listen to the fiddle playing 'Bonaparte's Retreat' Well, I just can't take no more I gotta make it through that door And dance
