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