Well, we used to waltz and a go out dancin' Now you look like a cat a prancin' I just stand looking at the floor While you swing out and they holler for
CRYING STEEL GUITAR WALTZ (Shorty Long - Dolly Long) « © '52 copyright control » The steel guitar played that I met him and it played
Pardon me Mister I see you're alone don't think I'm bold I mean you no harm But I see through the dim lights a tear in your eye could it mean you've lost
The lights are dim and low in the tavern As I sit all alone with a heart that's lost But the laughing crowd don't know tears are ready to flow As I listen
The waltz of the angels the moonlight and you The waltz of the angels I hear each time I hold you tightly in these arms of mine It's surely from heaven
Fetch me a glass, let's fill it with fine romance Pour slow the wine, then let your eyes kiss mine You, you with the charmin' eyes Lately I've found myself
Hush a bye my baby Slumber time is comin' soon Rest your head on mommie's breast While daddy hums a tune Oh, the old folks were hummin' Banjos were strummin
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[ Tom Brumley - steel ]
I was dancin' with my darlin' to the Tennessee Waltz When an old friend I happened to meet I introduced her to my darlin' and while they were dancin'
Every time the day darkens down And goes away Pictures come Into my head of me and you Silent and cliched All the things we did and didn't say Covered
First the mic then a half cigarette Singing 'Cathy's Clown' That's the man she's married to now That's the girl that he takes around town She appears
Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten whom I met in the south end of France Stepping out of a crowd was the daughter of someone with flowers for
We are the lucky ones We shine like a thousand suns When all of the color runs together I'll keep you company In one glorious harmony Waltzing with destiny
I hate the way you are So mean to me by far The most frigid girl That I have ever known You speak loudly but When I'm not around You'll be just like
Springtime, and the acacias are blooming Southern California will see one more day Dreamland, and business is booming The birds are a singing as I drift