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