This week was hard, it's dark The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday night and I really care
The moon is out, the crickets A train went by, but it's now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You say there's not much here for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and But,
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could 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 neon signs, no bar on just you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in Levi jeans
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer 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 string the stars over these corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's this open field into an old dance hall turn this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, do you say? playing our song anyway
We could string the stars over these stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field an old dance hall We'll turn this open field into our own 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)