Oh how she loved to dance
the music coursed through her veins
the rhythm beat with her pounding heart
and travelled down to her legs
.....and she would dance
he took her to a little bar
on the honky tonk side of town
sipping on his beers the whole night through
while she'd listen to the sounds
.....in her mind she would dance
the patrons plugged the jukebox
as they drank the night away
he never asked her up to dance
so in her chair, she'd close her eyes and sway
.....as if to dance
one night, while in the bar, they sat
like every saturday night before
he had his beers, the music played
to the sounds of CCR
.....it made her want to dance
a stranger saw her sitting there
tapping and swaying to the beat
so brave and bold, asked her to the floor
and she slowly rose to her feet
.....she danced
her man, so jealous, arose in anger
fury raging through his head
he pulled a gun from his jacket pocket
and shot her, he shot her dead
.....while she danced
many years had passed, many years now gone
her man, well he did his time
he paid his debt to society
but not to her, not by a mile
.....she only wanted to dance
a story's been told and it got around
how a ghostly figure does appear
and when the jukebox blares its tunes
she can always be seen dancing here
.....and she dances
now old and alone, in a darkened corner
he sits, at that same little honky tonk bar
the patrons still plug the jukebox
but now they come from near and far
.....to watch her dance
~PennyLynne~