Sheriff's boot heel
Is scratching the swingadella's dance floor
What else could she feel
But fear, if she can't dance no more?
When there's meeting, oh
Those guys from the folk band
"One day I'll be as tall
As I will be their friend"
Woke up smiling
Her night was good and long
She bought a country dream
And paid with a folk song
And the other night
She came back even from far
Held the seller tight
After recognizing his full guitar
"So that's you, singing and selling!"
"I cant believe I've found
Someone like you around"
For a cup of coffee
Before the singing of the stinger nightingale
In every old city
His salary for his dreams for sale
From that day
They get close in each other's lyrics
And if he plays
She can't stop dreaming
Sweet time came
Time for singin' love rhymes
The days were the same
And daily art was dropping lines
Between doors, walls and chords
That became a time he remembers
From which he says, "I miss you so"
And that's because
It takes two to tango
He walks to boozery
Enjoys alone folknocracy
Writing songs telling why he got blind, oh
It takes two, oh, it takes two to tango
It takes two to tango
Tried to make it clear
But she was almost forgetting
About confusion
She became a bootleg
And the old trunk was just illusion
Stars from constellations
Were the only thing could guide her gold
And he met her again
After telling me such swallowing dreams
He sold
So, that's you singing then, seller
You shouldn't have left me down
Not alone, and not around
