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 crickets A train went by, but it's 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 the stars over these corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old take my hand 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 neon signs, no bar on just you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in Levi jeans
There no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old cans 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 string the stars over these corn We could your 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 turn open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, do you say? They're our song anyway
We could string the stars these corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this open field into an old dance We'll turn this open field 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)