Dancing Days - Ron Pope

One, two

A-one, two, three

I woke up with my head on fire

My eyes are bloody red

Oh last night echoes in my ears

It’s time to raise the dead

And the girl I love won’t look this way

I’ve got apologies to make

I was born beneath a troubled sign

That I cannot escape

All my dancing days

They ain’t done yet

On my father, son

You know what that says

All my dancing days

They ain’t done yet

Know my turn will come

But it ain’t come yet

I went down on that city street

Just trying to catch my breath

But I watched my neighbour run away

I wondered what I said

Got a problem keeping my mouth shut

But man, it serves them right

When they throw us out

We’ll sleep on that couch

Let 'em fight another night

All my dancing days

They ain’t done yet

On my father, son

You know what that says

All my dancing days

They ain’t done yet

Know my turn will come

But it ain’t come yet

Play it man

All my dancing days

They ain’t done yet

On my father, son

You know what that says

All my dancing days

They ain’t done yet

Know my turn will come

But it ain’t come yet

Keep on dancing

Keep on dancing

Keep on dancing

Yeah alright

Oh, keep on dancing

Keep on dancing

Keep on dancing

Yeah alright