Well I was dancing around with my rockabilly rebel
To a country band in town
When onto the floor came a pretty little filly
And she started stomping around
She had a feather in her hat from a bald headed eagle
A faraway look in her eye
She danced like a brave on a Sioux reservation
When the moon is full and high
She wore a check shirt, golden chains and boot jeans
And I think I'm gonna fall in love with that little girl
She wore a check shirt, golden chains and boot jeans
She's the prettiest thing this side of New Orleans
Well the music played on for twenty three minutes
And she never slackened her pace
She twisted and turned like an old buck rabbit
With a hound giving it chase
She sidled up beside me and her eyes met mine
With a look that knew no shame
And before too long in the heat of the moment
I found I was doing the same