This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my yard But it's Friday night and I don't care
The is out, the crickets 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 and dust But,
We could the stars over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field into an old dance
(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 just you and me in these 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 town But for now
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old Just take my hand and baby, we could Let's turn this open field an old dance hall turn this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, do you say? They're playing our song
We could the stars over these corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this 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)