Dance Hall – Danielle Bradbery – letras

This week was hard it’s gettin’ darkThe weeds are high in my front yardBut it’s friday night and I don’t really careThe moon is out, the crickets loudA train went by but it’s gone nowSo up and down this street I sit and stareYou could say there’s not much here for usNothin’ but a pile of dirt and dustBut babyWe could string the stars over these corn stalksAnd we could turn your truck into an old jukeboxJust take my hand and baby we could fallLet’s turn this open field into an old dancehallNo neon signs, no bar room fightsJust you and me in these headlightsTwo steppin’ in rolled up levi jeansThere ain’t no band playing ramblin’ manNo cowboys kickin’ old beer cansJust a couple cherry cokes and a mixed cdCome on, baby, just spin me aroundAnd when the sun comes up we’ll head back into townBut for nowWe could string the stars over these corn stalksAnd we could turn your truck into an old jukeboxJust take my hand and baby we could fallLet’s turn this open field into an old dancehallWe’ll turn this open field into an old dancehall, yeahHey baby what do you sayThey’re playin’ our song anywayWe could string the stars over these corn stalksAnd we could turn your truck into an old jukeboxJust take my hand and baby we could fallLet’s turn this open field into an old dancehallWe’ll turn this open field into our old dancehallOur old dancehall