This was hard, it's getting dark The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday night and I don't care
The is out, the crickets loud A went by, but it's gone now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You could say there's not much for us Nothing but a pile of and dust But,
We could string the stars over these stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could 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 signs, no bar on fire just you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up jeans
There no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer Just a of cherry 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 string the stars over these corn stalks We could turn truck into 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, do you say? They're playing our song
We could string the stars over these stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this open field into an old hall We'll turn this 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)