This week was hard, it's dark The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday and I don't really care
The is out, the crickets loud 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 but a pile of dirt and dust But,
We could string the over these corn stalks We turn 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 It's you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in Levi jeans
ain't no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer Just a of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just spin me When the sun comes out, head back into town But for now
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field into an old dance
Hey, baby, what do you They're our song anyway
We string the stars over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall Let's this open field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field into our own dance
(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)