I AIN'T DONE DANCING YET Birdie Bramble

[Intro – Playful Celtic fiddle, stomping boots, upright bass, lively acoustic guitar] [Spoken – Deep, gravelly mature female voice, amused] Well, look at that... Seventy-six candles! And somebody bought me a rocking chair. [Dry chuckle] Darling... I asked for dancing shoes! [Verse 1 – Rhythmic acoustic guitar, mischievous storytelling] They wrapped it up in ribbons, With a cushion made of lace, Said, "Now you've reached a certain age, It's time to know your place." I smiled and thanked the family, Then dragged it down the hall, Put a sign upon the garden gate: "Free chair, take it all!" [Pre-Chorus – Fiddle joins, rhythm building] My knees may sound like thunder, My back complains at dawn, But I've got seven lives of trouble And my dancing boots are on! [Chorus – Full energetic folk rock band, soaring fiddle] I ain't done dancing yet! Not by a country mile! Got silver in my tangled hair And trouble in my smile! Let the fiddles chase the morning, Let the floorboards shake and sweat! You can keep your rocking chair, I ain't done dancing yet! [Instrumental Break – Wild fiddle and mandolin interplay, handclaps] [Verse 2 – Bouncy rhythm, raspy storytelling vocal] Old Higgins at the village hall Was grumbling by the door, Said, "Ladies of your generation Shouldn't dance like that no more!" I grabbed his hand, he lost his hat, His spectacles went flying, By half past ten he led the dance, And nearly died from trying! [Spoken – Laughing] Oh, Higgins, you old cabbage! You've still got two good feet! [Pre-Chorus – Handclaps, stomping boots] The years have left their fingerprints On every inch of me, But they haven't stolen one damn thing From who I choose to be! [Chorus – Full band, stronger gravelly vocal] I ain't done dancing yet! Not by a country mile! Got silver in my tangled hair And trouble in my smile! Let the fiddles chase the morning, Let the floorboards shake and sweat! You can keep your rocking chair, I ain't done dancing yet! [Welsh Folk Dance Break – Traditional Welsh-inspired fiddle melody, lively mandolin, rhythmic foot stomping, deep raspy female vocal] Dawnsia gyda fi heno, Dan y sêr a golau'r lleuad! Mae'r nos yn llawn o chwerthin, A'r galon yn dal yn ifanc! [Instrumental – Spirited Celtic fiddle solo, accelerating folk dance rhythm, accordion flourishes, clapping] [Spoken – Cheeky, laughing] Come on, Higgins! Show me those dancing feet! [Bridge – Instruments soften, intimate smoky contralto] I've loved and lost and wandered, I've cried beneath the rain, I've buried dreams and planted some And watched them bloom again. And if tomorrow finds me With another aching bone, I'll thank these feet for every road That brought me safely home. [Short pause – Gentle fiddle] [Spoken – Softly, then mischievously] Now... Who's buying the next round? [Final Chorus – Explosive folk rock, wild fiddle, mandolin, handclaps, powerful gravelly female vocal] I ain't done dancing yet! Let the whole damn village know! There's fire beneath these wrinkles And a thousand miles to go! Let the fiddles chase the morning, Let the stars forget to set! When the world says, "Time to rest," I'll say, "I ain't done dancing yet!" [Outro – Fast Welsh-inspired fiddle dance, stomping boots, joyful instrumental flourish] [Spoken – Breathless, laughing] Higgins! Get off my foot! [Final fiddle flourish] Ha! That's more like it! [End]