This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my yard But Friday night and I don't really care
The moon is out, the loud A train went by, but it's now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You could say there's not much for us Nothing but a of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars over these corn We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's this open field 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 you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up 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 spin me When the sun comes out, we'll head back town But for now
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my 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, do you say? They're playing our anyway
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field an old dance hall We'll turn 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)