Текст песни Cornmeal Waltz (Guy Clark) с переводом

There’s nothing like cornmeal

On a dance-hall floor

For dancing the night away

Slipping and sliding

Effortlessly gliding

In the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae

So I shined up my boots

And ironed my shirt

And pulled on some new blue jeans

Oh, I brushed off my hat

Slicked back my hair;

I’ll beat all that she’s ever seen

There’s nothing like listening

To the fiddles play

While doing the cornmeal waltz

There’s nothing to keep you

From drifting away

Doing the cornmeal waltz

Way out on Ranch Road 17

There’s a dance hall

In the live-oak trees

Yellow lights strung up all around

So all the little kids can see

Pick-ups are parked near to the road;

The beer is so cold it might freeze

Stars are all out, the band’s in tune

And it smells like a barbecue breeze

Beat-up old Stetsons, beehive hair

Belt buckles bumping in time

There’s little girls

Dancing on their daddies toes

Spinning around on a dime

Grandma and Grandpa are out on the floor

Dancing like they’ve lost their minds

There’s old maids and bachelors

And sweethearts alike

All moving in three-quarter time

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