This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my yard But it's night and I don't really 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 there's not here for us Nothing but a pile of and dust But,
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 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 signs, no bar on fire 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 cherry and a mix CD
on baby, just spin me around When the sun comes out, head back into town But for now
We string the stars over these corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this field into an old dance hall We'll turn this field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, do you say? They're playing our anyway
We could string the stars these corn stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall Let's this open field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field into our own dance
(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)