This week was hard, getting dark The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday and I don't really care
The moon is out, the crickets A went 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 these corn We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this 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 It's just you and me in these Two-stepping in rolled-up Levi
There ain't no playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old 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 string the stars these corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's this open field into an old dance hall We'll 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 corn 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 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)