From the Hoedown to the Hop

Let me tell you 'bout a time, way back in the day,

When the fiddles played at dusk, and the moon lit the hay.

From the barns to the meadows, with the rhythm so sweet,

We’d stomp in the dust, make the world move to our feet.

Oh, swing it low, then take it high,

Clap your hands and touch the sky.

From the hoedown to the bebop bop,

We keep on groovin’, we never stop.

Then the jazzmen came, brought the city its soul,

With a sax in the dark, and a beat to make us roll.

Twirlin’ skirts in the speakeasy glow,

We traded hay for horns and a syncopated flow.

From folk-tune fiddles to a smokin’ brass band,

Every groove we make, you gotta understand,

It’s the joy of the rhythm, the heart of the sound,

From the farm to the club, let the spirit rebound!

Now it’s modern times, with the bass on a loop,

From the DJs to the dancers, to the hip-hop troupe.

But the roots still call, you can feel it in your core,

When the music hits, it’s the dance we adore.

Ba-dat, ba-dit, ba-dat-dat-dah,

Hoedown swing to a bebop cha!

Dig it deep, feel the vibe, don’t delay,

The joy of dance is here to stay.