This week was hard, it's getting dark

The weeds are hot in my front yard

But it's Friday night and I don't really care The moon is out, the crickets 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

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 do do) No neon signs, no bar on fire

It's just you and me in these headlights

Two-stepping in rolled-up Levi jeans There ain't no band playing "Ramblin' Man"

No cowboys kicking old beer cans

Just a couple of cherry Cokes and a mix CD Come on baby, just spin me around

When the sun comes out, we'll head back into town

But for now 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 an old dance hall Hey, baby, what do you say?

They're playing our 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 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)