When your daddy plays guitar,
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You dance without a smile.
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Kid you may not have great rhythm,
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But you sure got style.
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Just four years old and still it seems,
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You've got it figured out.
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When daddy sings, and then you dance,
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The people clap and shout.
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Cuz, you're my dancin' boy,
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And it's so scary how you trust me.
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Just one look from you,
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And I come pouring out like wine.
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Dancin' boy, I'm sure by now that you must see,
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You're dancin' means much more to me,
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Than any dream of mine.
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Yes, I'm so proud when you are with me,
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That my heart digs in my throat.
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And when you stop to strut your stuff,
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My eyes go all afloat.
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And when I have to leave you home
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As sometimes it must be.
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I feel that with my leaving
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I leave far too much of me.
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Yes, you're my dancin' boy,
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And it's scary how you trust me.
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Just one look from you,
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And I come pouring out like wine.
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You're my dancin' boy,
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I'm sure by now that you must see,
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You're dancin' means much more to me,
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Than any dream of mine.
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You know the time will come my dancin' boy
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When you're dancin' days are done,
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And when daddy and his dancin' boy
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Will have dwindled down to one.
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You know the world will've taught you other steps
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To match the march of time,
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So you'll have to keep our dancin' days
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Dancin' in your mind.
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Yes, do your dancin' , boy,
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Cuz it's so scary how you trust me.
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Just one look from you,
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And I come pouring out like wine.
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Do your dancin' , boy.
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I'm sure by now that you must see
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You're dancin' means much more to me,
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Than any dream of mine.
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Dancin' Boy
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| Harry Chapin |
