This week was hard it’s gettin’ 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 crickets loud A train went by but it’s gone now So up and down this street I sit and stare You could say there’s not much here for us Nothin’ 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 dancehall No neon signs, no bar room fights Just you and me in these headlights Two steppin’ in rolled up levi jeans There ain’t no band playing ramblin’ man No cowboys kickin’ 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 But for now 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 dancehall We’ll turn this open field into an old dancehall, yeah Hey baby what do you say They’re playin' our song anyway 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 dancehall We’ll turn this open field into our old dancehall Our old dancehall