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 too 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
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
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