Me and a friend was meeting 'nother gal
Headed to Elko, heard Asleep at the Wheel,
Got a room at the Stockman with our pal.
Heard right fine music, and the poetry spiel.
Rodney recited, Corb sang 'bout a cowboy's life.
Tom Russell crooned, brought his 21-year-old wife.
You got to dance with who brung you
Sunny and warm under blue Nevada sky,
Wylie yodeled and Ian Tyson was fly
Baxter Black rode on back, everyone a waitin'.
as cowboy poets celebrated 25 years of recitating.
Boy howdy, if it's trouble you're a wantin',
All you have ta do is go for the swing.
If you're in a small Western town
Find dance teachers who'll spin you 'round.
Sayin' 'Girls are always right, men go left.'
We two-stepped along feeling perdy deft.
You got to swing with who swung you
Nary a horse in sight but legs were all bowed.
At the Folklife Center, heavy spurs clinked
while hats, buckles with turq-eyes glowed
and cowboys graciously bought all the drinks.
Between grass and sky, and not a blame sight
We were treated to dances all the dern night.
Liberal slots and art galleries, a cowgirl went goth.
We spun on the dance floor cutting a swath
with one graceful dude in a shocking toupeé
who we saw the next mornin' in Joe Cowboy's café.
Dance with who brung you to the bash
If your feet are right under you, life's easier to plum
Though harder if you dance to your own drum.
Did I mention the music of the cowboy Corb Lund?
And you best believe we had a lot of fun.
Lyrics by Asleep at the Wheel