This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my front But it's Friday night and I really care
The is out, the crickets loud A train went by, but it's now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You could say not much here for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and 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 open field into an old 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 these Two-stepping in Levi jeans
There ain't no playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer a couple of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just spin me When the sun comes out, we'll back into town But for now
We could string the stars over these corn We turn your truck into an old jukebox take 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, do you say? They're playing our anyway
We could the stars over these corn stalks We could turn your into an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall 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)