This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my front But it's Friday night and I don't 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 say there's not much here for us Nothing but a pile of and dust But,
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your into an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field into an old 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 headlights Two-stepping in Levi jeans
There ain't no playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old cans Just a of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
on baby, just spin me around When the sun comes out, we'll head back into But for now
We could string the stars over these corn We could turn your into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this open into an old dance hall We'll turn this open into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, do you say? They're playing our song
We could string the stars these corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field into an old dance 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)