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