You can take the girls outta the sticks,
but you can’t take the sticks/wranglers/beer-guzzlin/honkey-tonkin/two-steppin outta the girls.
Felt like home. :)
We laughed, drank, and stared in amazement as dozens of people perfectly navigated through line dance after line dance without missing a beat. Seriously, every single country song known to man has its own line dance. I’m determined to learn at least two.
(Cotton Eye Joe and the Cleveland Shuffle don’t count.)