Words/Music – Rand Anderson, George Richards
I know a woman that likes to shake her tail feather
In her moccasin boots made from Navajo leather
She dances all day long whatever the weather
Wherever she goes the sky is always blue
Her heart is pure, her love is true
She never spends a moment wondering what to do
Live on my friend
Your back to the wind
Dance your dance and sing your song
Live on my friend
Till it’s time to start again
Cause life goes on
Sitting on the front porch under some shade
There’s an old black man sipping lemonade
He’s got a head full of wisdom, he never got past the third grade
Sent to work in the fields when he was ten
He’s the son of the south and the cotton gin
And now those calloused hands don’t match his easy grin
Live on my friend
Your back to the wind
Dance your dance and sing your song
Live on my friend
Till it’s time to start again
Cause life goes on
A child is born, who could it be?
Well it may be you and it may be me
It’s got a whole life ahead, let’s just wait and see
We’re never really sure where we’ve been
Or whose to blame for the shape we’re in
The only thing we know is life goes on
Live on my friend
Your back to the wind
Dance your dance and sing your song
Live on my friend
Till it’s time to start again
Cause life goes on
Live on my friend
Your back to the wind
Dance your dance and sing your song
Live on my friend
Till it’s time to start again
Cause life goes on
Cause life goes on