The first of the month brings back the notion
Of a big, round, white dancehall and a cool summer night.
Red cherub faces set black shoes in motion
To the um-pa-pa rhythm 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
By the end of the song.

A taut little bald man like a German war hero
With buxom old matrons do a quick John Paul Jones.
Drapes of crepe paper, a ball made of mirror
Cast shiny reflections on a brass slide trombone

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
By the end of the song.

A man was still dancing with his phantom partner
Though the band had quit playing at the evening's end.
It 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
By the end of the song.

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
By the end of the song.


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    General CommentSolid slice of life early Robert Earl Keen. Most of those older dance halls are closed down but back even inthe early 60s around Banderra, Boerne, Fredricksburg, New Braunfels and whole host of other small dots on the map its as authentic as Carlton's Kolbassa.
    txhilljackon September 12, 2010   Link

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