or
Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

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

Written by ROBERT EARL KEEN
Published by BUG MUSIC

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