This was hard, it's getting dark The weeds are hot in my front But it's Friday night and I don't care
The moon is out, the loud A train by, but it's gone now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You could say not much here for us Nothing but a pile of and dust But,
We could string the stars over these stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox take 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 signs, no bar on fire just you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in Levi jeans
There no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No kicking old beer cans Just a couple of cherry and a mix CD
Come on baby, spin me around When the sun comes out, we'll back into town But for now
We string the stars over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field an old dance hall turn this open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're playing our anyway
We could string the stars these corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this open field into an old hall We'll this open field 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)