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