This week was hard, it's dark The are hot in my front yard But it's Friday night and I don't care
The is out, the crickets loud A train went by, but gone now So up and down the street, I sit and
You could say there's not much for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and But,
We could string the over these corn stalks We could turn truck into an old jukebox take my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this 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 ain't no band "Ramblin' Man" No cowboys kicking old beer Just a couple of 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 could string the over these corn stalks We turn your truck into an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn open field into an old dance hall We'll turn open field into an old dance hall
Hey, baby, what do you They're playing our song
We could the stars over these corn stalks We could turn your truck an old jukebox Just my hand and baby, we could fall Let's turn this field 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)