Single Shot Rifle and a One-Eyed Dog

loaded with cajun fiddle and a good beat, it is a fine song that is even better when played live, and you get to dance to it. Maybe you heard it, the one one that begins with the lyrics:

"Waiting in the front yard sitting on a log
Single shot rifle and a one eyed dog . . . "

When the band started it up, I knew I would find a partner, and I knew who I was going to ask first.

She was sitting at the back of a table with some lady and men friends, who I hoped none were her boyfriend. With the fiddle playing behind me, I leaned over and asked her to dance.

I don't know much about women, but I have figured out this much: All have the joy of a young girl inside, and with the right music and a good partner, they have a great time on the dance floor.

I think about times like that a lot the next week. It was not just that she was drop dead gorgeous, slender and athletic with long brown hair, or her pretty face. . .

It was the presence and glow she had when she smiled and spinned over the dance floor to my lead, that I remember.

I feel old sometimes, and I guess I am, but the fire in my heart and legs is not done yet, by a long shot. I am hoping that time nevers comes. When it does though, I can't think of better memories to have than all the pretty ladies I danced with, and perhaps all the mountain ranges I have climbed. That will be a lot to keep an aged heart full, to maintain a smile behind the eyes.

Who knows, maybe she will remembers it also, the music and and how much damn fun it was, dancing on saturday night while Snowy River played:

Well you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow
Take off your shoes and you throw them on the floor
Dance in the kitchen till the mornin' light
Louisiana saturday night

Waiting in the front yard sitting on a log
Single shot rifle and a one eyed dog
Yonder come the Kinfolk, in the moonlight,
Louisiana saturday night.

chorus

My brother bill and my other brother Jack
Belly full of beer and a possum in a sack
Fifteen kids in the porch light
Louisiana saturday night

chorus

Kin folk leave and the kids get fed
Me and my woman gonna sneak off to bed
We'll have a little fun when we turn out the light
Louisiana saturday night