This week was hard, getting dark The weeds are hot in my front But Friday night and I don't really care
The is out, the crickets loud A train went by, but it's now So up and down the street, I sit and
You say there's not much here for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and But,
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your into an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall turn 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 neon signs, no bar on It's just you and me in headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up jeans
There no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No kicking old beer cans a couple of cherry Cokes 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 over these corn We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could 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? playing our song anyway
We could the stars over these 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 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)