[Verso 1]
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
[Coro]
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
[Verso 2]
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
[Coro]
[Verso 3]
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
