We used to take our girls up to the big ballroom and dance to the music. An auburn haired girl and I went to Klein’s for about six hours of something like this:
Although the band might have been Spade Cooley – or Sheb Wooley and the Calumet Indians. Anyhow, Red fainted on me and I had to dance her twice around the dance floor before I could find a place to sit her down and fan her back to life.
We boys were always hoping for an invite like this from our sweeties – that never came:
But for right now, let me give a short clip of a good friend of my dads, the “Duke of Paducah” himself.
The windup of the Duke’s act was “”I’m headed for the wagon, boys, my feet are killing me!”