Last Dance at Salinas

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Bill Staines - Pop

Last Dance at Salinas

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The barroom is cold and half empty The floor has been swept so it's clean Pushed back in the corner with the face of a mourner Sits a dutiful U. S. Marine Then prancing on in through the doorway And swinging her hips like a pro Comes a middle aged townie and when she looks down Oh, she focuses on G. I. Joe Oh, she says her name's Betty Grable And he says he's really John Wayne When you're five miles from nowhere with nothing Who gives a damn 'bout a name? Now he don't look much like a cowboy And her legs aren't perfectly formed But they dance through the night as the jukebox sets right All the longings that long nights have born And they dance like there's no beginning And they love like the pictures they've seen At the Bijou on Fourth Street and Broadway In the light of the silvery screen So if you say your name's Betty Grable I'll say I'm really John Wayne When you're five miles from nowhere with nothing Who gives a damn 'bout a name? When you're five miles from nowhere with nothing, Who gives a damn 'bout a name?

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  • Michael Dinner