This was hard, it's getting dark The weeds are hot in my front But Friday 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 of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this 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 just you and me in these Two-stepping in 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, just spin me When the sun comes out, we'll head back town But for now
We could the stars over these corn stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this open field into an old dance We'll turn this open field into an old dance
Hey, baby, what do you playing our song anyway
We could the stars over 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 into an old hall We'll turn 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)