Prairie Evening/Sagebrush Waltz

One evening, back home on the prairie Was in the fair month of June I set aside my fool notions of pride And it wasn't a moment to soon There was music, drinkin', and dancin' I had my fill, if I'm being true Smack dab, center fire Stood my own heart's desire She was shaming the glow of the moon Sucked down the last of my courage I cut through the dust and the crowd And I took her right hand I asked if she'd stand Merle Haggard was ringing out loud And I said, "I'll dance with you if you'll have me Lord knows I'd be glad to have you We could burn up this old native prairie 'Til there's sage on the soles of our shoes" Sage on the soles of our shoes, sweet darlin' Sage on the soles of our shoes We could step to the swings and the shuffles 'Til there's sage on the soles of our shoes