This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my front But it's Friday night and I don't really
The is out, the crickets 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 Nothing but a of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars these corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall turn this 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 Levi
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer a couple of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just me around When the sun comes out, we'll head back town But for now
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this open field into an old dance We'll this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're playing our song
We string the stars over these corn stalks We could turn your into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this field into an old dance hall We'll this open 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)