No Kinda Dancer Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

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