This week was hard, it's getting The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday night and I don't really
The is out, the crickets loud A train went by, but gone now So up and down the street, I sit and
You could say not much here for us Nothing but a of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars over these corn We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field an old dance hall
(Do do do, do do do Do do do, do do
Do do do, do do do Do do do)
No neon signs, no bar on just you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in Levi jeans
ain't no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old cans Just a couple of Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just me around When the sun comes out, we'll head back into But for now
We string the stars over these corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall Let's turn this field into an old dance hall We'll this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're playing our anyway
We could string the over these corn stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this open field into an old dance We'll turn this open 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)