This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my front But it's Friday night and I really care
The moon is out, the loud A train by, but it's gone 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 string the stars over corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open 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 neon signs, no bar on just you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up Levi
There no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer Just a couple of Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just me around the sun comes out, we'll head back into town But for now
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old Just take my hand and baby, we fall 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 our song anyway
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could turn your 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 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)