Paroles: Greg Brown. Dancing 'Round And 'Round.

Hoots and hollers in the city
Rivers rats all lay down low
Pretty girls flash by in fast cars
Past the taverns in a row

Ring, ring you bells
Ring all over the town
Somebody's dyin', somebody's bein' born
Somebody's dancing round and round

Hoot and holler at the new banks and churches
As I walk down to the bar
Let my wool grow long for winter
Try an' flag me down a car

As the steeple is unloading
And the pigeons swoop and glide
And the burnouts stagger homeward
Honey, could I get a ride?