This week was hard, it's getting The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday night and I really care
The moon is out, the loud A train by, but it's gone now So up and down the street, I sit and
You say there's not much 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 take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field 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
ain't no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer Just a couple of Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, spin me around When the sun comes out, we'll head back into But for now
We string the stars over these corn stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this open field into an old dance turn this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, do you say? playing our song anyway
We could 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 open field into an old dance 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)