Robert Earl Keen - No Kinda Dancer lyrics

The first of the month Brings back the notion Of a big round white dance hall and a cool summer night Red cherry faces set black shoes in motion To the oom pa pa rythym of a German delight And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer 'Took 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 With buxom matrons to a quick John Paul Jones Drapes of crepe paper A ball made of mirrors Cast shiny reflections on a bra** slide trombone And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer 'Took 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 man was still dancing With his phantom partner Though the band had quit playing At the evening's end And it made me feel lucky that I had a partner to teach me the dance steps And come back again And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer 'Took 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... 'Took 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