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