The first of the month
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Brings back the notion
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Of a big round white dance hall
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and a cool summer night
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Red cherry faces set black shoes in motion
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To the oom pa pa rythym of a German delight
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And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer
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'Took my hand to prove I was wrong
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You guided me gently
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Though I thought I could never
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We were dancing together at the end of the song
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A taught little bald man
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Like a German war hero
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With buxom matrons to a quick John Paul Jones
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Drapes of crepe paper
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A ball made of mirrors
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Cast shiny reflections on a brass slide trombone
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And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer
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'Took my hand to prove I was wrong
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You guided me gently
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Though I thought I could never
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We were dancing together at the end of the song
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A man was still dancing
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With his phantom partner
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Though the band had quit playing
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At the evening's end
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And it made me feel lucky that I had a partner
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to teach me the dance steps
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And come back again
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And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer
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'Took my hand to prove I was wrong
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You guided me gently
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Though I thought I could never
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We were dancing together at the end of the song
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And I tried hard to tell you...
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'Took my hand to prove I was wrong
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You guided me gently
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Though I thought I could never
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We were dancing together at the end of the song
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No Kinda Dancer
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| Robert Earl Keen |
