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On the Trail of Love
AN' A TWO-STEP'S WHAT THEY PLAY
A little queen in calico,
Her smiles—them killin' smiles— Be jes' some o' a thousand
Of her wicked ways an' wiles; An' she's the smoothest dancer
'Most anywhere you'll see. An' you ought to see her two-step,
La-de-da, along with me.
Oh, she's light as any feather,
The music's simply fine, An' I jes' get plum' loco
When her face is close to mine. Fer my heart is thinkin' something
My lips don't dast to say, When she leans agin my shoulder
An* a two-step's what they play.
I could dance with her ferever,
Wisht we never'd get thro', 'Cause Time jes' takes a lay-off,
An* reason quits work, too. Seems ev'rything has ended,
Fer a spell fergot to be, When they plays a two-step sweetly
An' she drifts away with me.