This week was hard, it's dark The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday night and I don't care
The moon is out, the loud A train went by, but it's now So up and down the street, I sit and
You could say there's not much for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and But,
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
(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 headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up jeans
There ain't no band "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, we'll head back into But for now
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could turn 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 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 into an old take my hand 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)