This was hard, it's getting dark The weeds are hot in my yard But it's Friday night and I don't care
The moon is out, the loud A train went by, but it's now So up and down the street, I sit and
You could say there's not much for us Nothing but a pile of and dust But,
We could the stars over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this open 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 neon signs, no bar on It's just you and me in these in rolled-up Levi jeans
There no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old cans Just a couple of Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, spin me around When the sun comes out, we'll head back into But for now
We could string the stars over these corn We could turn your into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field an old dance hall
Hey, baby, do you say? playing our song anyway
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field into an old hall We'll turn this open field into our own 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)