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)