There's nothing like cornmeal on a dancehall floor For dancin' the night away Slippin' and slidin', effortlessly glidin' In the arms of my sweet Lily Mae So I shined up my boots and ironed my shirt And pulled on some new blue jeans Well I brushed off my hat and slicked back my hair I'll beat all that she's ever seen There's nothing like listenin' to fiddles play While doin' the Cornmeal Waltz There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away Doin' the Cornmeal Waltz Way out on Ranch Road 17 There's a dance hall in the live oak trees Yellow lights strung up all around So all the little kids can see The pickups are parked from here to the road The beer is so cold it might freeze The stars are all out the band's in tune It smells like a barbecue breeze There's nothing like listenin' to fiddles play While doin' the Cornmeal Waltz There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away Doin' the Cornmeal Waltz Beat-up ol' Stetsons and beehive hair Belt buckles bumpin' in time There's a little girl dancin' on her daddy's toes Spinnin' around on a dime Grandma and grandpa are out on the floor Dancin' like they've lost their minds There's old maids and bachelors and sweethearts alike All movin' in three-quarter time There's nothing like listenin' to fiddles play While doin' the Cornmeal Waltz There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away Doin' the Cornmeal Waltz