This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my front But it's Friday night and I really 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 here for us Nothing but a pile of and dust But,
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could turn your truck 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 in rolled-up Levi jeans
There no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old cans a couple of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just me around When the sun comes out, we'll head back town But for now
We string the stars over these corn stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this open into an old dance hall We'll turn open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you playing our song anyway
We could the stars over these corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could turn this open field into an old dance 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)