Album: Under Fire (2012)

Dancing Shoes

Put on your old black dress
And grab your dancing shoes.
Head out to the old bar Rose
and we'll dance away our blues.
Spent all week waiting
Now my mind's on you.
Hold my loving arms, my loving arms are for you.

I'm so tired of the nine to five weighing down on my soul
Let's get out all of this uptown life and head out on the country road.
Forget about all the things that we can't make right
Put on a little Emmyloo, and we'll dance into the night.

Singing, hold my loving arms, my loving arms are for you.
Hold my loving arms, my loving arms are for you.

All we need is time, honey.
All we need is time.

Sit on the front porch, kick off your shoes.

We don't need nowhere to go, we don't need a tune.
In a world that gets lost in making plans,
just be my woman, yeah, and I will be your man.

All we need is time.
All we need is time.

Hold my loving arms, my loving arms are for you.
Hold my loving arms, my loving arms are for you.
Singing, hold my loving arms, my loving arms are for you.
Hold my loving arms, my loving arms are for you.

Put on your old black dress
And grab your dancing shoes.
Head out to the old bar Rose
and we'll dance away our blues