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Testo Dance Hall
This week was hard
It's getting 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 the street, I sit and stare
You could say there's not much here for us
Nothin' but a pile of dirt and dust
Oh, baby, we could string the stars over these cornstalks
We could turn your truck into an ol' jukebox
Just take my hand and, baby, we could fall
Let's turn this open field into an ol' dance hall
No neon signs
No bar room fights
Just me and you and these headlights
Two-steppin', in your rolled up Levi jeans
There ain't no band playin' "Ramblin' Man"
No cowboys kickin' ol' beer cans Just a couple of Cherry Cokes and a mix CD
C'mon, 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 cornstalks
We could turn your truck into an ol' jukebox
Just take my hand and, baby, we could fall
Let's turn this open field into an ol' dance hall
We'll turn this open field into an ol' dance hall
Hey, baby, what do ya say?
They're playing our song anyway
We could string the stars over these cornstalks
We could turn your truck into an ol' jukebox
Just take my hand and, baby, we could fall
Let's turn this open field into an ol' dance hall
We'll turn this open field into an ol' dance hall
Our own dance hall
It's getting 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 the street, I sit and stare
You could say there's not much here for us
Nothin' but a pile of dirt and dust
Oh, baby, we could string the stars over these cornstalks
We could turn your truck into an ol' jukebox
Just take my hand and, baby, we could fall
Let's turn this open field into an ol' dance hall
No neon signs
No bar room fights
Just me and you and these headlights
Two-steppin', in your rolled up Levi jeans
There ain't no band playin' "Ramblin' Man"
No cowboys kickin' ol' beer cans Just a couple of Cherry Cokes and a mix CD
C'mon, 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 cornstalks
We could turn your truck into an ol' jukebox
Just take my hand and, baby, we could fall
Let's turn this open field into an ol' dance hall
We'll turn this open field into an ol' dance hall
Hey, baby, what do ya say?
They're playing our song anyway
We could string the stars over these cornstalks
We could turn your truck into an ol' jukebox
Just take my hand and, baby, we could fall
Let's turn this open field into an ol' dance hall
We'll turn this open field into an ol' dance hall
Our own dance hall
REED, MOLLY E. / GALYON, NICHOLLE ANNE / GEESBREGHT, APRIL
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