Where The White Boys Dance

Take me to the place where the white boys dance.
Take me to the place where they run and play.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the place where the white boys dance.

They hug in silence as the sun sets on their empty street.
Her suspicions, well they’re rising high.
And the man who sweeps him off she doesn’t meet.
She walks inside and pours a strong one to put her mind at ease.
It’s the calm before another storm.
Her brain shifts from the whiskey to the keys.

Take me to the place where the white boys dance.
Take me to the place where they run and play.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the place where the white boys dance.

Her heart is racing.
She phones a friend and says “I’m in an awful place.
That fool’s been messing round on me.
I’ve seen it in is eyes and on his face.”
Hold on a minute, you’re talking crazy.
Don’t be that jealous, girl.
Just tell Levon you need an hour or two, cause we’re gonna go and change somebody’s world.

Take me to the place where the white boys dance.
Take me to the place where they run and play.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the place where the white boys dance.

It’s the calm before another storm.
It’s the calm before another storm.
Her brain shifts from the whisky to the keys.

Take me to the place where the white boys dance.
Take me to the place where they run and play.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the place where the white boys dance.