This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my front But it's night and I don't really care
The is out, the crickets loud A train went by, but it's now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You say there's not much here for us Nothing but a pile of and dust But,
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this 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 Levi jeans
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No kicking old beer cans Just a of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just spin me When the sun comes out, we'll back into town But for now
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this open into an old dance hall We'll this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, do you say? They're playing our anyway
We could string the stars over corn stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's this open 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)