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Friday night, seventeen,
Got my hands on the wheel,
But my mind is on Jeen;
Her silhouette,
I can't forget,
But I'm gonna ask her yet.
My brother's truck, my Sunday slacks,
I've been working all week,
And I've got five bucks for gas;
And just for luck,
My grandfather's flask,
It's gonna take some nerve to ask.
Why don't we dance, dance with me,
One more time, one more time,
Dance, dance with me one more time;
Before the band is done,
Before your daddy comes,
Dance, dance with me one more time.
She's the apple of his eye,
And there's no way in hell,
He'll let her out of his sight;
There'll be trouble,
Maybe a fight,
If he knew what I had in mind.
While we dance, dance with me,
One more time, one more time,
Dance, dance with me one more time;
Before the band is done,
Before your daddy comes,
Dance, dance with me one more time.
Oh, one more time.... yeah, yeah, yeah.
I see it now, as plain as day,
A church and a chaplain,
On our wedding day;
Dressed in white,
She looks so fine,
You never know, she just might,
I'm gonna have to ask her tonight.
Dance, dance with me,
One more time, one more time,
Dance, dance with me one more time;
Before the band is done,
Before your daddy comes,
Dance, dance with me one more time.
C'mon, dance, dance with me,
One more time, one more time,
Dance, dance with me one more time;
Before the band is done,
Before your daddy comes,
Dance, dance with me one more time.
Oh, one more time....
Recorded by Great Big Sea of St. John's, NL (Fortune's Favour, trk#12, 2008, Warner Music Canada, Scarborough, ON).
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Liner Notes: About two thirds in we began to realize the record might benefit from a little levity. We wrote this fast and furious in the studio on a rare sunny day and recorded it with much red wine that night. And we all felt better.
