Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do
This week was hard, it's getting dark
The weeds are high in my front yard
But it's Friday night, and I don't really care
The moon is out, the cricket's loud
A train went by, but it's gone now
So up and down the street, I sit and stare
You could say there's not much here for us
Nothing but a pile of dirt and dust
But baby, we could string the stars over these corn stalks
And we could turn your truck into an old jukebox
Just take my hand and baby, we could fall
Let's 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
No neon signs, no barroom fights
Just you and me and these headlights
Two-stepping and rolled-up Levi jeans
There ain't no band playing Ramblin' Man
No cowboys kicking old beer cans
Just a couple cherry Cokes and a mixed CD
Come on baby, just spin me around
And when the sun comes up, we'll head back into town
We could string the stars over these corn stalks
And we could turn your truck into an old jukebox
Just take my hand and baby, we could fall
Let's turn this open field into an old dance hall
We'll turn this open field into an old dance hall
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Hey baby, what do you say
There'd be no song anyway
We could string the stars over these corn stalks
We could turn your truck into an old jukebox
Just take my hand and baby we could fall
Let's turn this open field into an old dance hall
We'll turn this open field into our old dance hall
Our old dance hall