A Whiter Shade Of Pale (with Waylon Jennings - Willie Nelson

We skipped the light fandango 
And turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick 
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder 
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out 
For another drink 
The waiter brough a tray
And so it was that later 
As the Miller told his tale
That her face 
At first just ghostly 
Turned a whiter shade of pale

[ guitar ]

She said there is no reason 
For the truth is plain to see
But I wondered why 
My playing cards 
Just would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins 
Were leaving for the coast
Although both my eyes were wide open 
They might just have well been closed
And so it was that later 
As the Miller told his tale
That her face 
At first just ghostly 
Turned a whiter shade of pale