Sheriff's boot heel Scratching the swingadella's dance floor What else could she feel? But fear, if she can't dance no more On way back home wonders meeting all Those guys from the folk band "One day I'll be as tall As I'll be their friend." She woke up smiling Her night was good and long She bought a country dream And paid with a folk song In the other night She came back even from far Held the seller tight After recognizing his guitar "So that's you, singing and selling !" She said " I can't believe I've found Someone like you around." (the morning) For her a cup of coffee Before the singing of the Stinger night gale For him an old city As scenery to his dreams for sale After that day They get close in each other's strings But if he doesn't play She doesn't dream Sweet time came Time to sing love rhymes No days were the same Daily art was dropping lines Between doors, walls and chords Became a time he remembers From which he says "I miss you so" I believe that's because It takes two tango Than he walks to boozery Enjoys alone folknocracy I believe that's because It takes two tango Than he walks to boozery Enjoys alone folknocracy Write songs telling why he got blindo And forgets It takes two to tango He tried to make it clear But she was almost forgetting About confusion It was like she was a bootleg And the old trunk was just illusion Stars from constellations Were the only thing could guide her gold He made it hard again After telling her swallowing stories From dreams he sold Than he walks to boozery Enjoys alone folknocracy Write songs telling why he got blindo And forgets It takes two to tango