This week was hard, getting dark The are hot in my front yard But it's night and I don't really care
The moon is out, the loud A train went by, but gone now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You could say there's not much for us but a pile of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars over these corn We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall turn 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 headlights in rolled-up Levi jeans
There no band playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys old beer cans Just a couple of Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just spin me When the sun comes out, we'll head back town But for now
We could string the stars over these stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this open into an old dance hall We'll turn this open into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, do you say? playing our song anyway
We could the stars over these corn stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's turn this open into an old dance 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)