Dance Hall

This week was hard, it's getting dark The weeds are hot 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 the street, I sit and stare You could say there's not much here for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and dust But, baby We could string the stars over these corn stalks 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 dance hall No neon signs, no bar on fire It's just you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up Levi jeans There ain't no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer cans Just a couple of cherry Cokes and a mix CD Come on baby, just spin me around When the sun comes out, we'll head back into town But for now We could string the stars over these corn stalks 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 dance hall We'll turn this open field into an old dance hall, yeah Hey, baby, what do you say? They're playing our song anyway We could string the stars over these corn stalks 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 dance hall We'll turn this open field into our own dance hall Our own dance hall