No Kinda Dancer - Robert Earl Keen

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 rhthm 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

With buxom ol' matrons to a quick John Paul Jones

Drapes of crepe paper, a ball made of mirrors

Cast shiny reflections 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 guided me gently

Though I thought I could never

We were dancing together at the end of the song

The man was still dancing with his phantom partner

Though the band had quit playing at the evening’s end

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

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