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