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I thought we'd raise our only child
And feed him with a spoon;
But, his mother loves another
And they're on a honeymoon.
All my friends say I must stop
Loving her, of course
So I drove my Ford to a honky tonk
Still lonely from divorce.
From out of my chair, I must get up
And ask someone to dance
For, if I plan to get over her
I know I'll need romance.
The dance floor is almost full
Of country kings and queens.
I feel a pair of eyes
Just checking out my jeans.
I can see a smiling face;
I'm almost at a run
For I know if I dance
I'm going to have some fun.
She stands up from her table
And reaches for my hand
Then I lead the both of us
Right up in front of the band.
Somebody turned the spotlight
Toward the dance floor ball.
She is so beautiful
I'm afraid I might fall.
Here I go, a-gambling
A-gambling with my heart
For when I love a woman
It always hurts to part.
Tom Zart
Tom Zart
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