This week was hard its getting dark The weeds are high in my front yard But its Friday night and I don't really care The moon is out the crickets loud The train ran by but its gone now Its up and down this street I sit and stare You could say there is not much here for us Nothing but a pile of dirt and dust But baby we could straighten the stars over these corn stocks And we could turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby we could fall Lets turn this open field into an old dance hall No neon signs no ballroom flashes Just you and me and these headlights Keep stepping
...And there ain't no band playing... No cowboys kicking old beer cans Just a couple chairs and !@%!es and a mixed CD Come on baby just spin me around And when the sun comes up I head back into town Cause for now But baby we could straighten the stars over these corn stocks And we could turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby we could fall Lets turn this open field into an old dance hall And we'll turn this open field into an old dance hall yeah Hey baby what do you say They're playing anyway We could straighten the stars over these corn stocks And we could turn your truck into an old jukebox Just take my hand and baby we could fall Lets turn this open field into an old dance hall And we'll turn this open field into our own dance hall