Songtext von Poor Boy's Delight

Would you dance with me, Molly? It’s Saturday night There’s a chill in the air Do you think that you might? Wanna dance with me, Molly To an old fiddle tune Played soft like the wind Thru Virginia in June Soft like the wind Thru Virginia in June Would you dance with me, Molly? Do you think it’d be wrong If you let down your hair Let ’em play us a song Come and dance with me, Molly You got nothing to lose But to dance off the soles Of your old dancin’ shoes Dance off the soles Of your old dancin’ shoes Would you dance with me, Molly? Am I doing this right In finding you fair You’re a poor boy’s delight You’re from North Carolina Or from Virginia, I see The devil would die if you danced one with me The devil would die if you danced one with me