Groovin’, as in “When the Sun Goes Down“:
’cause when the sun goes down
we’ll be groovin’
when the sun goes down
we’ll be feelin’ alright
Kenny Chesney, you used to be a cowboy. Why, you once stole a horse from the Law. But the beachfront property addled your brain, and suddenly you’re sounding like something out of a 50s sock hop….granted, one where you’ve snuck in some booze, but come on, groovin’?
Exception to the Rule: I guess you can talk about groovin’ if and only if you’re singing about a plunge router, perhaps in a song entitled "If I Could, I Wood" about being briefly lonely when your woman tells you to choose between her and your sweet basement workshop.
