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