Dance Hall

1. 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.

[Chorus:]
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.

(Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do

Do do do, do do do
Do do do)

2. 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.

[Chorus:]
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

* Hey, baby, what do you say?
They're playing our song anyway.

[Chorus:]
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.

(Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do

Do do do, do do do
Do do do

Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do

Do do do, do do do
Do do do)