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 crickets A train by, but it's 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 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 Levi
There no band 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 string the stars over these stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open into 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 string the stars over these corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox 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)