This week was hard, it's dark The weeds are hot in my yard But Friday night and I don't really care
The is out, the crickets loud A train went by, but gone now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You say there's not much here for us but a pile of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars over these stalks We could turn your truck into an old Just take my hand and baby, we 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 signs, no bar on fire just you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up jeans
There no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer Just a couple of cherry and a mix CD
Come on baby, spin me around When the sun comes out, head back into town But for now
We could string the stars these corn stalks We could turn your into an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall Let's turn this field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're our song anyway
We could 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 into our own dance
(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)