This was hard, it's getting dark The weeds are hot in my front But it's night and I don't really care
The moon is out, the loud A train 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 corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall 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 you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up jeans
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys old beer cans Just a of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, spin me around When the sun comes out, head back into town But for now
We could string the stars these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field into an old hall We'll turn this open field an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you playing our song anyway
We could string the stars over these corn We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's this open field into an old dance 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)