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

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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

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