Slaid Cleaves - Dance around the fire

^D - (^Gwalk ^Fdown) - ^Em

^DBill’s been thinking a lot these days About the ^Gway things ^Fused to ^Embe ^DHe’s never been the kind of man To ^Gput ^Fmuch ^Emfaith in ^Ddestiny

^DSometimes he feels the warmth Of a ^Gfire from ^Flong ^Emago ^DSometimes he steps into the n^Gight And ^Fall he ^Emfeels is the winter ^Dcold

^CEverybody ^Gdance around the ^Dfire ^Ctonight ^CYou don’t have to wait^G ’till it’s your ^Dturn ^CEverybody ^Gdance a little closer to the f^Dlame ^Ctonight But don’t get ^Gburned Pray that you ^Ddon’t get burned

They ^Dmet in high school And they ^Gnever ^Fhad a ^Emdoubt ^DThere’d be some hard times But old ^GBill would ^Ffind a ^Emway to ^Dwork things out

That ^Gmade old ^FBill ^Embelieve A ^Dsmall farm and three kids later It ^Glooked j^Fust like the ^Emperfect ^Dfamily But ^Cone day ^GBill found out what he ^Dshould’ve known all ^Calong: Things fall ^Gapart sometimes One ^Dminute something’s ^Cthere and then it’s ^Dgone

^DWith the kids in bed that night Katie ^Ggently ^Fshut the ^Emdoor ^DShe turned to Bill and said I’m ^Gsorry but ^FI don’t ^Emlove you ^Danymore

And ^Dnow he spends his days Just ^Glike he’s ^Falways ^Emdone ^DYou’d never guess the sorrow That he’s ^Ghid ^Fso ^Emwell from ^Deveryone

^DThe house is empty now The ^Gkids ^Fgrown up and ^Emgone And ^DBill slips into bed at night With ^GKatie ^Fright by his ^Emside and they ^Dhold on

^CEverybody ^Gdance around the ^Dfire ^Ctonight ^CYou don’t have to ^Gwait ’till it’s your ^Dturn ^CEverybody ^Gdance a little closer to the ^Dflame ^Ctonight But don’t get ^Gburned Pray that you ^Ddon’t get burned

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