And Eddie was a sweet romancer, and a darn good dancer, when they'd wash the eyes of the fighting dust.

Now as he played the steel guitar, mama cried as he played the bars, he kept you on the reader out.

Late at night.

So they married up in Abilene, lost a child in Tennessee, Oh, and still that rush of life Cause they'd string, dance a little closer to me,

Dance a little closer now, dance a little closer to now Dance a little closer