This was hard, it's getting dark The weeds are hot in my yard But it's Friday night and I don't really
The moon is out, the crickets A train went by, but it's now So up and down the street, I sit and
You could say not much here for us but a pile of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars these corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn open field into 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 signs, no bar on fire It's just you and me in these Two-stepping in rolled-up Levi
ain't no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old cans a couple of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, spin me around When the sun comes out, we'll back into town But for now
We could string the stars over these corn We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this open field into an old dance We'll turn open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're our song anyway
We could string the stars over these 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 We'll turn this open field into our own dance
(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)