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| Walking The Floor (On My Knees) Copyright 2002: Long Time Coming Who's that blonde at the end of the bar With a cold one in her hand And who's the old boy sittin' next to her I hope he's not her man 'Cause she sure is cute in her cowboy boots And I've had enough to drink To have a good mind to cross that line And ask her what she'd think About a country singing, guitar slingin' cowboy like myself Takin' her home and pullin' her close to the buckle of my belt I'm walkin' the floor on my knees Wearin' holes in my blue jeans If she'd just look down here she'd see Walkin' the floor on my knees It's too hard to come this far Then get back on my feet I'm not as young as I used to be When I was seventeen But she's looking good and usually I would Just keep my big mouth shut But I've had enough beer to steer me clear Of holding tradition up Hey baby, you're hot and I know I'm not, I see you like to dance But before we do between me and you I'll need a new pair of pants This floor has never been so clean Walking the floor on my knees |