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No Kinda Dancer
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Robert Earl Keen
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> 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 rhythm 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 matron Through 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 'Took my hand and proved 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 When 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 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 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 The first of the month Brings back the notion Of a big round white dance hall And a cool summer night...
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