Dancing Round And 'Round

Hoots and hollers in the city Rivers rats all lay down low Pretty girls flash by in fast cars Past the taverns in a row Ring, ring you bells Ring all over the town Somebody's dyin', somebody's bein' born Somebody's dancing round and round Hoot and holler at the new banks and churches As I walk down to the bar Let my wool grow long for winter Try an' flag me down a car As the steeple is unloading And the pigeons swoop and glide And the burnouts stagger homeward Honey, could I get a ride?