today’s pick was inspired by meredith’s comment on the friday five. it’s not the same song…but it’s still dancing related.
it’s also not miley cyrus’ party in the usa, though that song has strangely become addictive and automatically makes me nod my head like yeah. =P
instead i go back to my roots and give you some steve miller band with dance, dance, dance.
ps–does anyone else think he looks super old!? i forget that that happens to people. =(
9 November 2009 at 6:12 pm
that only happens to old people. you’ll know when you get there. up until that point, you’re not old. but when you do recognize it, it’s too late.
9 November 2009 at 10:47 pm
Great song..I’m still humming it! =)
10 November 2009 at 10:28 am
not only does this song make me want to….DANCE.
it also makes me want to sing this little ditty for what reason im not sure
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Aint much an old country boy like me can´t hack
It is early to rise & early in the sack
Thank God I am a country boy
Well a simple kind of life never did me no harm
Raisin´ me a family & workin´ on the farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I am a country boy
Chorus: Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my old fiddle
When the sun´s comin´ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothin´ but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I am a country boy
When the work´s all done & the sun is settin´ low
I pull out my fiddle & I rosin up the bow
But the kids´re asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I am a country boy
I would play “Sally Goodin” all day if I could
But the Lord & my wife wouldn´t take it very good
So I fiddle when I can & I work when I should
Thank God I am a country boy
Chorus
Well I´dn´t trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I would rather have my fiddle & my farmin´ tools
Thank God I am a country boy
Yea, city folks drivin´ in a black limousine
A lotta sad people think that is mighty keen
Son, let me tell you exactly what I mean
Thank God I am a country boy
Chorus
Well, my fiddle was my daddy´s ´til the day he died
And he took me by the hand & held me close to his side
He said, “Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you are a country boy”
My daddy taught me young how to hunt & how to whittle
He taught me how to work & play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love & how to give just a little
Thank God I am a country boy
10 November 2009 at 10:30 am
oh and ps…
i also wanna “put my hands up” when i hear party in the USA…i think its everyone guilty pleasure
10 November 2009 at 10:32 am
knuckles: do you think you look old?
mere: maybe cause you ARE a country boy!!
and the hands up are a given, as you’ve got pictures to proved. haha.
(did you notice my tribute to the bangles?)
10 November 2009 at 10:55 am
yes and im jealous of your tiny music notes…how does one make those happen
10 November 2009 at 10:56 am
move to texas and i’ll show you this and more!! the possibilities are endless!
10 November 2009 at 3:43 pm
hahaha…smooth