Etheral Waltz
I rode up to the green mill speakeasy
With some boys from the southside of town
They said it’s the wettest spot in the country
Since prohibition came ‘round
We were greeted by a man wearin’ all black
They called him Machine Gun McGurn
He said have fun waltzin’ with the flappers
As he sipped his liqueur

Well I ain’t never box stepped
Or moved round in three-quarters time
So darlin’ would you teach me
How to waltz tonight?

I could tell that she had some rhythm in her
By the way she gave me her hand
And I got awfully nervous because
I’m usually not one to dance
I’ve never seen feet move as gracefully
As hers gliding all round the room
And after all that trying to keep up with her
I finally knew what I was doin’
The band broke into an ethereal waltz
As we floated right cross the floor
Through all the smoke and the noise and people
We waltzed right out the door