This week was hard, getting dark The weeds are hot in my front But it's Friday night and I don't really
The moon is out, the crickets 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 pile of dirt and But,
We could string the stars over these corn We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn 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 just you and me in headlights in rolled-up Levi jeans
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old cans 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 could string the stars these corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this open into an old dance hall turn this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, do you say? They're playing our song
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your into an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this field into an old dance hall We'll this 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)