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