This week was hard, it's getting The are hot in my front yard But it's night and I don't really care
The is out, the crickets loud A train by, but it's gone now So up and down the street, I sit and
You could say not much here for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and But,
We could string the stars these corn stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could 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 Levi jeans
There ain't no playing "Ramblin' Man" No kicking old beer cans Just a of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
on baby, just spin me around When the sun comes out, we'll head into town But for now
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your truck 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 open field an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're playing our song
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's this open field into an old dance hall turn 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)