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