I'm a hoofer's daughter and that's what I'll be. I shuffled my way to Asheville, N.C. Up into the mountains, the mountains high. Far beyond the continental divide.
My father gave up dancing in the year that I was born, but his love for the stage--still lingered on. So he did all he could, to teach me what he knew; he did all he could to teach me everything he knew
It was the first day of September in the year that I turned ten. "Daddy won't you show me your time step again." "I'd love to show you daughter, but my break's almost through; so just keep on tappin' cause I believe in you."
Back in San Francisco, it was a usual day; in a town where two bridges span that golden gateway. "Your shuffles and your slides, daddy won't you show me how you did it." "Just a couple of riffs my dear cause I've only got a minute."
"I've got to drive this city bus, like I do every day. To make our family's living--cause there's no other way. Still I'd love to show you honey, but my workday's far from through, so just keep on tappin' cause your ole dad believes in you."
I'm a hoofer's daughter, and that's just what I'll be. Still shuffling my way through Asheville, N.C. Up into the mountains the mountains so high; far beyond the continental divide--far beyond the continental divide
c2012, Florence Mayberry
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