This was hard, it's getting dark The weeds are hot in my yard But it's Friday night and I don't really
The moon is out, the loud A train went by, but gone now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You say there's not much here for us Nothing but a pile of and dust But,
We could string the stars these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could 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 just you and me in these in rolled-up Levi jeans
There ain't no playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer Just a couple of Cokes and a mix CD
on baby, just spin me around When the sun out, we'll head back into town But for now
We could string the stars over these stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could 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 playing our song
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 this open into an old dance hall We'll turn this open into 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)