This was hard, it's getting dark The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday night and I don't really
The moon is out, the loud A went by, but it's gone now So up and down the street, I sit and
You could say there's not much for us but a pile of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars these corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this open field into an old dance
(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 Levi jeans
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No kicking old beer cans Just a couple of Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, spin me around When the sun out, we'll head back into town But for now
We could string the stars over these stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field into an old hall We'll turn this open field into an old dance
Hey, baby, what do you They're playing our song
We string the stars over these corn stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall Let's turn open field into an old dance hall 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)