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