Robert Earl Keen, Jr. - No Kinda DancerLyrics

First of the month Brings back the notion Of a big round white dance hall On a cool summer night Red cherub faces set black shoes in motion To the oompa pa rythem of a German delight And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer Take my hand to prove I was wrong You guided me gently Though I thought I could never We were dancing together at the end of the song A taught little bald man Like a German war hero Would buxom old matron to a quick John Paul Jones Grapes of crate paper A ball made of mirrors Would cast a shiny reflection on a brass slide trombone And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer Take my hand to prove I was wrong You guidedF me gently Though I thought I could never We were dancing together at the end of the song A man was still dancing With his phantom partner Though the band had quit playing At the eve endings end And it made me feel lucky to teach me the dance steps And come back again And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer Take my hand to prove I was wrong You guided me gently Though I thought I could never We were dancing together at the end of the song And I tried hard to tell you Take my hand to prove I was wrong You guided me gently Though I thought I could never We were dancing together at the end of the song