Dance The Blues

A loaf of light bread and corn cob jelly
Poke Sallet in the skillet and smoked pork belly
Biscuits and butter and sweet corn cakes
People 'round here like to do their thing

A razor purse and high heel shoes
Wearin' two wigs she got somethin' to prove
The room's all smellin' like cheap perfume
We're all in this moment what we gonna do
Chorus:
We're gonna dance the Blues
In our Sunday shoes
We're gonna stay out late
Until they lock the gate
We're gonna dance the Blues

Table in the back is covered with food
All the best cookin' in the neighborhood
Help yourself, come on don't be shy
If you don't eat we'll all wonder why

Where people gather there's no kind of tellin'
Some are buyin' and some are sellin'
It doesn't matter where you're at in the game
We're glad you're here and you're glad you came
Chorus

Everyone's here and they wore their best
Some are old friends some are first time guests
The lights are dim and the music's down low
A joint like this has so much soul

A black cat bone and a mojo hand
That's the kind of music comin' from the bandstand
A down home crowd that's gonna stay late
If you wanna dance don't you hesitate
Chorus

People laughin', happy and jolly
Other's outside makin' deals in the alley
Leave your gun out in the car
Nobody in here gonna push you that far

A loaf of light bread and corn cob jelly
Poke Sallet in the skillet and smoked pork belly
Biscuits and butter and sweet corn cakes
People 'round here like to do their thing
Chorus