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