This was hard, it's getting dark The weeds are hot in my yard But it's Friday night and I don't care
The is out, the crickets 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 but a pile of dirt and dust But,
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could turn your truck into an old take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's 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 you and me in these headlights Two-stepping in rolled-up jeans
There ain't no playing "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer Just a couple of Cokes and a mix CD
Come on baby, just spin me When the sun comes out, we'll head back into But for now
We could string the stars over corn stalks We could your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we fall turn this open field into an old dance hall We'll turn this open field into an old hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're playing our song
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby, we could turn 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)