D Bm
First of the month brings back the notion
G A
Of a big round white dance hall in the cool summer night.-e
D Bm
Red cherrub faces set black shoes in motion
G A
To the om pa pa rhythm of a German delight.
Bm A
- And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer.
D D/C# E
Takin' my hand to prove I was wrong.
D Bm
You guided me gently though I thought I could never.
G A G D
We were dancin' together at the end of the song. -
D Bm
A tot little baldman, like a German war hero
G A
Would box some old matrons to a quick Jon Paul Jones.
D Bm
Drapes of crate paper, the ball made of mirror,
G A
Cast shiney reflections on a brass slide trombone.
Bm A
- And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer.
D D/C# E
Takin' my hand to prove I was wrong.
D Bm
You guided me gently though I thought I could never.
G A G D
We were dancin' together at the end of the song. -
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D(2) Bm(2) G(1) A(1) G(1) D(2)
D Bm
The man was still dancin' with his fan of partner
G A
Though the band had quit playin' at the evening's end.
D Bm
It made me feel lucky that I had a partner
G A
To teach me the dancesteps and come back again.
Bm A
- And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer.
D D/C# E
Takin' my hand to prove I was wrong.
D Bm
You guided me gently though I thought I could never.
G A G D
We were dancin' together at the end of the song.
Bm A
And I tried hard to tell you - - -
D D/C# E
Takin' my hand to prove I was wrong.
D Bm
You guided me gently though I thought I could never.
G A G D
We were dancin' together at the end of the song.
