This week was hard, it's dark The weeds are hot in my front 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 not much here for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and But,
We could string the stars over these stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn 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 rolled-up jeans
There ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old cans a couple of cherry Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, spin me around When the sun comes out, we'll head back into But for now
We could the stars over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's this open field into an old dance hall We'll turn 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 and baby, we could fall Let's turn this field 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)