Buffalo Gals - Woody Guthrie

I danced all night with a bottle in my hand

A bottle in my hand, a bottle in my hand

O oozed right over in the promised land

Tell me, won’t you come out tonight

I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking

Her heel kept a-rockin' and her toe kept a-knockin'

I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking

And we danced in the light of the moon

I danced all night with a bottle in my hand

A bottle in my hand, a bottle in my hand

I danced all night with a bottle in my hand

And oozed right over to the promised land

I got a gal that lives on the hill

Lives on the hill, lives on the hill

I’ve got a gal that lives on the hill

Tell me, won’t you come out tonight

The bootlegger’s daughter and I love her still

I love her still, I love her still

The bootlegger’s daughter and I love her still

Tell me, won’t you come out tonight

I danced all night with a bottle in my hand

A bottle in my hand, a bottle in my hand

I danced all night with a bottle in my hand

Oozed right over in the promised land

Hurry up, Joe, and don’t go slow

Hurry up, Joe, and don’t go slow

Chicken in the bread pan, picking out the dough

Hurry up, Pa, and on you go

Well, a right foot up, left foot down

Swing that gal around and round

Right wing up, left wing down

You just go a-kickin' at the floor

I danced all night with a bottle in my hand

A bottle in my hand, a bottle in my hand

I danced all night with a bottle in my hand

And oozed right over in the promised land