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    This week was hard it’s gettin’ 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 this street I sit and stare

    You could say there’s not much here for us
    Nothin’ but a pile of dirt and dust
    But baby

    We could string the stars over these corn stalks
    And 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 dancehall

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    No neon signs, no bar room fights
    Just you and me in these headlights
    Two steppin’ in rolled up levi jeans

    There ain’t no band playing ramblin’ man
    No cowboys kickin’ old beer cans
    Just a couple cherry cokes and a mixed cd

    Come on, 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 corn stalks
    And 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 dancehall
    We’ll turn this open field into an old dancehall, yeah

    Hey baby what do you say
    They’re playin' our song anyway

    We could string the stars over these corn stalks
    And 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 dancehall
    We’ll turn this open field into our old dancehall

    Our old dancehall

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    Composition: April Geesbreght, Molly Reed, and Nicolle Galyon

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