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• Artiste: Danielle Bradbery
• Titre: Dance Hall
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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 (Thanks to Reneé for these lyrics)