This week was hard, it's getting The weeds are hot in my yard But it's night and I don't really care
The moon is out, the crickets A train went by, but it's now So up and the street, I sit and stare
You could say there's not much for us Nothing but a of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars over these corn We could turn truck into an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open field 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 beer a couple of cherry 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 string the stars over these corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my and baby, we could fall Let's turn this open into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you playing our song anyway
We could string the stars over these corn We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall Let's this open 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)