SONGS OF FISHING, SHEEP AND GUNS IN MONTANA
© Greg Keeler 1987

I Don't Waltz and You Don't Rock 'n Roll

I like to go to Acapulco
When the winter's get too cold.
Them silver foxes make my heart glow,
Though I'm so young and they're so old.
They leave their husbands up in Texas,
sellin' oil and chasin' girls.
So in the evenin' when the stars come out,
I whisper in their silver curls.

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Why don't we cha cha cha,
>From the evenin' till the mornin' light.
It's the perfect way to spend your night,
If you've ever sold your soul.
Why don't we cha cha cha,
>From the evenin' till the mornin' light
Oh yes, 'cause I don't waltz and you don't rock 'n roll.

Well, I'm too tired to do the tango,
Though it just takes two to do.
So I'll lie here and eat this mango,
And have a rum and Coke or two,
Until the surf is just a long white line
Headin' off into the night,
And then I'll meet this older friend of mine
And do the only dance that's right.

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Oh yes, we'll....

It makes her feel just like a pagan
Underneath a pagan moon.
And though she looks like Nancy Reagan,
I feel just like a pagan too.
I watch her little feet go up and back
And do a shuffle in between,
And then we get into her Cadillac
And watch the sun rise on the sea,

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After we....
Chugwater Buffalo

My granddad was a Cajun out of Baton Rouge,
But when Huey Long got shot he had to move;
So he packed his bags, went out west and got hitched up
To a full blooded Oglala Sioux.

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And Jeany's at the drive-in sellin' root beer.
Jimmy's workin' at the IGA,
And I'm sittin' home and countin' up my welfare checks
And drinkin' my blues away.

In the Fifties I rolled Kerouac his first joint.
Wrapped my first motor cycle 'round a tree.
In the Sixties I fell in love and lit my fire,
Then I blew it out with LSD.

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Near Chugwater, Wyoming, there's a row of cliffs
That drops down from the high and windy plains.
When the Indians drove buffalo up to them cliffs,
They'd jump off, and they'd batter out their brains.

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I met a man who said he'd seen the judgment day
Come down, but now he says he's fine.
Well any man who says he's seen the judgment day
Come down ain't no friend of mine.

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