This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my front But it's Friday night and I don't care
The moon is out, the loud A train went by, but gone now So up and down the street, I sit and
You could say there's not here for us but a pile of dirt and dust But,
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my 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 It's just you and me in headlights in rolled-up Levi jeans
There ain't no playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys old beer cans a couple of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, spin me around When the sun out, we'll head back into town But for now
We could 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 field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field into an old dance
Hey, baby, what do you playing our song anyway
We could string the stars over these stalks We could turn your truck into an old Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this 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)