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Swiss
Alp Hall, fondly recalled
faded boards, tin roof, that's all
but memories, is what it holds
for those who danced around its walls
People'd come from miles around
Saturday night and country sounds
boots and blue jeans stole the show
Texas two-step, cotton-eyed joe
Kids slidin' wildly 'cross the floor
Southern Select, Pearl and Lone Star
and bashful guys, so shy back then
gettin' up their nerve in the ole Bull Pen
Guitars and fiddles, sweetly played
Adolph Hoffner on the stage
waltzes, polkas, schottish too
danced ever song, the breaks were few
Thank goodness it's still standin' there
that hill
without it would be bare,
since people left, moved off to town,
yet that ol' hall is still around
There memories can still ignite
inside that place on moonlit nights,
old Swiss Alp hall, the same today
as it used to be, back yesterday. |
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