The Stockyard Inn © Donna Rae Lands
See ya later honey, at the Stockyard Inn…
Funny it will be our pleasure sin…
Your bunny will go bopping and shopping around the dance floor bends…
Your blue eyes captured my heart…
It was only the beginning and only the start…
Across the table our souls did indeed connect…
No worries I am at your ball, call and loving beck…
It was September 22nd or there about, I reckon…
We decided to go dancing, but it wasn’t a date…
It was always going to be Dutch nasty-first rate…
Country dancing will be our pleasure sin…
See ya honey, at the Stockyard inn…
Your bunny will go bopping and shopping around the dance floor bends…
You came in your Rayon silky shirt…
I came in my sexy leather skirt…
I touched your shoulder as my very first move…
You thought it was a pass ever so smooth…
I must confess to all the rest it was truly just this Lucky Lady’s test…
Country dancing will be our pleasure sin…
See ya later honey, at the Stockyard inn…
Your bunny will go bopping and shopping around the dance floor bends…
When the night is done…
We’ll have a little fun just a little past one…
After the show, out to breakfast we shall go…
Order us up some bacon, eggs and food…
Our laughter and company will surely set the mood…
No kisses or hugs on this very first date…
Remember darling this is going Dutch nasty-first rate…
Country dancing will be our pleasure sin…
See ya later honey, at the Stockyard inn…
Your bunny will go bopping and shopping around the dance floor bends…
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