Dance Hall

This week was hard it’s gettin’ dark

The weeds are high in my front yard

But it’s Friday night and I don’t really care

The Moon is out, the crickets loud

A train went by but it’s gone now

So up and down this street I sit and stare

You could say there’s not much here for us

Nothin’ but a pile of dirt and dust

But baby

We could string the stars over these corn stalks

And we could turn your truck into an old jukebox

Just take my hand and baby we could fall

Let’s turn this open field into an old dancehall

No neon signs, no bar room fights

Just you and me in these headlights

Two steppin’ in rolled up levi jeans

There ain’t no band playing ramblin’ man

No cowboys kickin’ old beer cans

Just a couple cherry cokes and a mixed cd

Come on, baby, just spin me around

And when the Sun comes up we’ll head back into town

But for now

We could string the stars over these corn stalks

And we could turn your truck into an old jukebox

Just take my hand and baby we could fall

Let’s turn this open field into an old dancehall

We’ll turn this open field into an old dancehall, yeah

Hey baby what do you say

They’re playin' our song anyway

We could string the stars over these corn stalks

And we could turn your truck into an old jukebox

Just take my hand and baby we could fall

Let’s turn this open field into an old dancehall

We’ll turn this open field into our old dancehall

Our old dancehall