The Lady Is Dancing With Me

I was waltzin with my darlin at the cattlemans ball.

Lost in the music and her charms.

I was glidin around the dancefloor, she felt so good in my arms.

When a tall dark stranger walked up, and cut in.

He said, excuse me sir, why dont you go have a seat.

I said well listen here pardner, this may sound kinda crude,

But the lady is dancin with me.

Now I paid for the supper, an I bought the drinks,

So I feel that Ive got the right,

Now Im sorry ole buddy, but you just better back off,

Or theres liable to be trouble here tnight.

Now I can see that youre upset, cause its always been a tradition,

To let a fine young gentleman cut in,

But if you dont take your hands off my lady, pardner,

Im gonna have to break your chin.

Now, Ive seen your kind before and I know,

Exactly whats on your mind.

Your woman probably left you, for someone else,

So you thought youd just take a run at mine.

Yeah, you though youd be leavin her later on,

Thats right...its all part of the game.

Why dont you take my advice and on go back to the bar,

In one piece, the same way you came in.

The stranger took off and I saw him tryin with someone else.

An my lady well, she scowled at me,

An she said, you know...i think that was very uncouth,

And goes against all the rules of chivilary.

Then she smiled up at me, with those beautiful eyes,

An said, mister, you know I kinda like your style,

But do you think we should call up the sitter and check on the kids? 

I just grined and said, naw...lets just dance a while...