Im gonna polish my best boots
Im gonna put on my best hat
Im gonna drive on down to the dancehall
That sits by the railroad tracks
Well the band there mixes fiddles
With a wailing saxophone
And when they play that swing it only means one thing
Youre gonna boogie till the cows come home
Theres a wood stove in the corner
Theres saw dust on the floor
Theyve got a flashing neon Lone Star sign
Hangin by the door
All they sell is beer and setups
So youll have to bring your own
But when they play that swing it only means one thing
Youre gonna boogie till the cows come home
Faded love and Milk Cow Blues
The Oklahoma Stomp and Born To Lose
Tip your hat to The Rose of San Antone
Here we go with the Cotton Eyed Joe
Were gonna boogie till the cows come home
Its an old southwest tradition
And a guaranteed good time
Theres people of all ages here from one to 99
Even if you show up by yourself
You dont have to be alone
Cause when they play that swing it only means one thing
Youre gonna boogie till the cows come home
Faded love and Milk Cow Blues
The Oklahoma Stomp and Born To Lose
Tip your hat to The Rose of San Antone
Here we go with the Cotton Eyed Joe
Were gonna boogie till the cows come home
Faded love and Milk Cow Blues
The Oklahoma Stomp and Born To Lose
Tip your hat to The Rose of San Antone
And here we go with the Cotton Eyed Joe
Were gonna boogie till the cows come home
Here we go with the Cotton Eyed Joe
Were gonna boogie till the cows come home