This week was hard, it's dark The weeds are hot in my yard But it's night and I don't really care
The is out, the crickets loud A train went by, but gone now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You could say there's not here for us Nothing but a of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars over these stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could 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 It's just you and me in these in rolled-up Levi jeans
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No kicking old beer cans Just a couple of cherry and a mix CD
on baby, just spin me around When the sun comes out, we'll head back into But for now
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old Just take my and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field an old dance hall We'll this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're our song anyway
We could the stars over these corn stalks 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 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)