This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my front But Friday night and I don't really care
The moon is out, the loud A train went by, but gone now So up and down the street, I sit and
You could say there's not much for us Nothing but a of dirt and dust But,
We could the stars over these corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just 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 signs, no bar on fire just you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up jeans
There ain't no playing "Ramblin' Man" No kicking old beer cans Just a couple of Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just me around When the sun comes out, we'll head into town But for now
We could the stars over these corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this open field into an old hall turn this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're playing our song
We could string the stars over these stalks We could turn your into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this 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)