This week was hard, it's getting The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday night and I don't really
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 there's not much for us Nothing but a of dirt and dust But,
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox take my hand 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 signs, no bar on fire It's just you and me in these Two-stepping in Levi jeans
There ain't no playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys old beer cans Just a of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just me around When the sun comes out, head back into town But for now
We could string the stars over these corn We turn 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 an old hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're playing our anyway
We string the stars over these corn stalks We could 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 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)