I saw her sittin' in a barroom
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In that smokey atmosphere
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She smiled back at me
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As I drank down one last beer
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She pulled me on the dancefloor
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We danced a song or two
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It was then I realized that I
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Bit off more than I could chew
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Chorus
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I think I'm dancing with a man
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She's got calluses on her hand
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She's got a voice like Johnny Cash
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And she hiding a mustache
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I think I'm dancing with a man
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We sit down and talked a while
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And we listened to the band
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And a friend of mine walked by
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And he asked her if she'd dance
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Then he gently took her hand
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And he twirled her round and round
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It looked like he was havin fun
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Until her skirt fell to the ground
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Chorus
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I think he's dancing with a man
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The boys at the lodge won't understand
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As they two-stepped 'cross the floor
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I quickly headed for the door
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I think he's dancing with a man
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Good Lord we're dancing with a man
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It'll be known throughout the land
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Two boys from Texas danced a jig
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With a dude who wore a wig
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We've been dancing with a man
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She crushed a beer can on her head
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Good Lord her forehead's red
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We've been dancing with a damn big man
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Dancing With A Man (Long Version)
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| Rodney Carrington |
