This week was hard, it's getting The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday night and I 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 pile of dirt and But,
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could turn your into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we 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 signs, no bar on fire It's you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in Levi jeans
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys old beer cans Just a of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just spin me When the sun out, we'll head back into town But for now
We could string the stars over these corn We could your truck into an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's this open field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field into an old dance
Hey, baby, do you say? They're playing our anyway
We could string the stars over these stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn open field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field 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)