This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my front But it's Friday night and I 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 not much here for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and But,
We string the stars over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we 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 signs, no bar on fire It's just you and me in these in rolled-up Levi jeans
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer Just a of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, spin me around When the sun out, we'll head back into town But for now
We could 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 open field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field into an old hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're our song anyway
We could string the stars over these corn We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this open field 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)