Jon Pardi - The Day I Stop Dancin'

Another Friday night, kitchen on ten
Spinning you around and you lean in
You whisper, "Don't stop dancin' with me"
Lookin' in your eyes without missing a beat

When seven Spanish angels come to carry me home
The steel stops cryin' and the fiddle's all gone
When Texas runs outta Strait and Memphis ain't playing the blues
That's the day I stop dancin' with you

Till the record don't turn and the two don't step
I'll be in your arms every chance I get
I'll be hanging on you like a neon moon
Till California skies run outta blue

When seven Spanish angels come to carry me home
The steel stops cryin' and the fiddle's all gone
When Texas runs outta Strait and Memphis ain't playing the blues
That's the day I stop dancin' with you

Baby, all I wanna do
Is dance through this life with you, oh

When seven Spanish angels come to carry me home
The steel stops cryin' and the fiddle's all gone
When Texas runs outta Strait and Memphis ain't playing the blues
That's the day I stop dancin' with you

When Heaven gets another pair of boots
That's the day I stop dancin' with you
The day I stop dancin', baby