I was with my darlin' at the cattleman's ball. Lost in the and her charms. I was glidin' around the dancefloor, she felt so in my arms. When a tall dark stranger up, and cut in. He said, me sir, why don't you go have a seat. I said well listen' pardner, this may sound kinda crude, But the is dancin' with me. Now I for the supper, an' I bought the drinks, So I feel that got the right, Now I'm sorry ole buddy, but you just better off, Or there's liable to be here t'night. Now I can see that upset, 'cause it's always been a tradition, To let a young gentleman cut in, But if you don't your hands off my lady, pardner, I'm gonna have to your chin. Now, I've seen your before and I know, Exactly on your mind. Your woman left you, for someone else, So you thought you'd just a run at mine. Yeah, you though be leavin' her later on, That's right...it's all of the game. Why don't you take my and on go back to the bar, In one piece, the way you came in. The stranger took off and I saw him tryin' with else. An' my lady well, she at me, An' she said, you know...I think that was uncouth, And against all the rules of chivilary. Then she smiled up at me, with those eyes, An' said, Mister, you know I kinda like style, But do you think we should call up the sitter and on the kids? I just and said, Naw...let's just dance a while...