
NIKA VEYRA / SONG 04
SPIN ME SOUTH
Left foot, right foot.
A Southern dance-hall song: the fiddle is burning up the room, and the invitation is simple — stop talking and dance.
DANCE HALL UPTEMPO FIDDLE

NIKA VEYRA / SONG 04
Left foot, right foot.
A Southern dance-hall song: the fiddle is burning up the room, and the invitation is simple — stop talking and dance.
DANCE HALL UPTEMPO FIDDLE
LYRICS
IntroOne, two—
Come on.
Verse 1You came in leaning on the bar,
acting like you don't dance.
I caught you looking twice at me,
so baby, here's your chance.
That fiddle's burning up the room,
the floor is getting loud.
You can keep your whiskey talking—
or come and show me now.
Pre-ChorusLeft foot, right foot,
don't think too much.
Take my hand,
let the whole room watch.
ChorusSpin me south, spin me 'round,
boots hit hard on this hardwood ground.
Pull me close, let me go,
catch me when that fiddle rolls.
Two steps in, one turn out,
that's what Friday night's about.
No slow talking, no sitting down—
Baby, spin me south.
Post-ChorusHEY!
Round and round.
HEY!
Spin me south.
Verse 2There's sawdust flying off the floor,
your hat's somewhere behind.
The whole damn bar is keeping time,
and you're finally keeping mine.
From Austin up through Tennessee,
wherever neon burns,
give a Southern girl a fiddle
and she'll show you how it turns.
Pre-ChorusLeft foot, right foot,
now you know enough.
Take my waist,
turn me once for luck.
ChorusSpin me south, spin me 'round,
boots hit hard on this hardwood ground.
Pull me close, let me go,
catch me when that fiddle rolls.
Two steps in, one turn out,
that's what Friday night's about.
No slow talking, no sitting down—
Baby, spin me south.
Dance BreakTwo to the left!
Two to the right!
Turn your girl underneath that light!
Heel, toe—don't slow down!
Everybody spin it south!
(HEY!)
BridgeIf the band keeps playing,
I ain't going home.
If you keep moving like that,
you ain't going alone.
So don't you stop
when the lights come down—
One more turn...
spin me south.
Final ChorusSPIN ME SOUTH, SPIN ME 'ROUND,
BOOTS HIT HARD ON THIS HARDWOOD GROUND.
Pull me close, let me go,
catch me when that fiddle rolls.
Two steps in, one turn out,
everybody's dancing now.
From the back bar to the whole damn town—
BABY, SPIN ME SOUTH.
CrowdHEY!
Round and round.
HEY!
Don't slow down.
HEY!
Everybody spin it south!
OutroCome on...
Spin me south.
Lyrics © Irena Petrić. All rights reserved.
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