(Down at the)
Round Up Saloon
Saturday night, five
o'clock,
The working week is just
about shot,
Time to head down to the
Round-Up.
Grab my hat, and grab my
boots,
Tell that woman I'm on
the loose,
As I four-wheel my way
across the big town,
To high-step my way across
the dance floor
Down at the Round-Up
Saloon.
I'm just an average workin'
guy,
I sure don't like to
give new things a try,
And I didn't think I
would take to line dancing.
But I got really drunk,
so I gave it a whirl,
And soon I'm together
with a beautiful girl,
And I've been back every
weekend since then,
To high-step my way across
the dance floor
Down at the Round-Up
Saloon.
My arms and legs are moving
to the rhythm of the music
I clap, stomp, and turn
with everyone else
I feel like I'm floating
a foot above the dance floor
This clumsy boy has
become a dancin' fool
A dancin
fool!!
I'm just an average workin'
guy,
I sure don't like to
give new things a try,
And I didn't think I
would take to line dancing.
But I got really drunk,
so I gave it a whirl,
And soon I'm together
with a beautiful girl,
And I've been back every
weekend since then,
To high-step my way across
the dance floor
Down at the Round-Up
Saloon.
Saturday night, five
o'clock,
The working week is just
about shot,
Time to head down to the
Round-Up.
To high-step my way
across the dance floor
Down at the Round-Up
Saloon.
To high-step my way
across the dance floor
Down at the Round-Up
Saloon.
