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