Abigail, I didn’t stop by

Just for a sip of your homemade wine

What I want to know

Is if you’re gonna go

To the dance tonight

 

So put on your coat, put on your hat

And I can lead you there in “No Time Flatt”

We better move along

Cause I can hear a song

From far away 

All of these fences

Between our two houses

We’ll knock ‘em down, Abigail please.

And you can meet me half way

Down by the old tire swing

Can I get you to roll with me?