2 acessos
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