This week was hard, getting dark The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday night and I don't care
The moon is out, the crickets 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 but a pile 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 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 neon signs, no bar on It's you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up Levi
ain't no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No kicking old beer cans Just a of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
on baby, just spin me around When the sun out, we'll head back into town But for now
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could turn this open field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field into an old dance
Hey, baby, what do you They're playing our anyway
We string the stars over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this field into an old dance hall turn 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)