This week was hard, it's dark The weeds are hot in my front But it's Friday and I don't really care
The moon is out, the loud A went by, but it's gone now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You could say there's not here for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and But,
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could turn your into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field 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 Two-stepping in Levi jeans
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No kicking old beer cans a couple of cherry 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 truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn open field into an old dance hall We'll this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you playing our song anyway
We could string the stars over these corn We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall turn this open field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field 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)