She came to dance
She didn't come to drink
She came to dance
She didn't want a thing called love or romance
She came to dance
Outside the road house
In San Antone
She sits there waiting
By a lonely old paid phone
It's past 12:30
And he ain't never shown
She just got tired, so tired of being alone
She came to dance
She didn't come to drink
She came to dance
She didn't want a thing called love or romance
She came to dance
She had a drink
And then a few
And all the cowboy looked the same in denim blue
She would have stayed home
He just never phoned
And she got tired, so tired of being alone
She came to dance
She didn't come to drink
She came to dance
She didn't want a thing called love or romance
She came to dance
She came to dance
Not romance
