Field party (feat. the lacs & jj lawhorn) Lyrics
You damn right, it's Friday night
Grab the Busch and the Budd Light
Meet me in the pasture back in the pines
We in the spot that the cops can't find
Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw
Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar
We're just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild
It's goin down field party style
Rippin up them dirt roads, stirrin up them cattle
Show you where to make shine at as long as y'all don't tattle
Got big kegs and chub beers
Party around that bonfire, horseshoes and corn hoe, roped off with barbed wire
Bad broads with tanned legs, raised up on cornbread
Dancin with them daisy dukes, all they do is turn heads
Rebel red bikini tops, man you know you want it
They drinkin on that hunch punch, fore long they start to flaunt it
So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get
Bout thirty miles from anything, the law ain't hearin shit
Y'all get drunk and show out, cut lose and go out
Here it's goin down, down field party style
You damn right, it's Friday night
Grab the Busch and the Budd Light
Meet me in the pasture back in the pines
We in the spot that the cops can't find
Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw
Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar
We're just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild
It's goin down field party style
Let's get it crunk and do it right, we gon crank it all night
Tell your mom and old man, they can bring the whole nine
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We got them tailgates down and the shots goin round
Hit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn town
We got the bonfire blowin, the crowd is steady growin, five thousand plus will be here before you know it
Got the grilled fired up, cookin every kind of meat
We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek
We got Harleys over here, mud trucks over there, red necks and hill billys bout every damn where
Come one, come all, that's how we do it in the south
All we need is a field and we'll turn the party out
You damn right, it's Friday night
Grab the Busch and the Budd Light
Meet me in the pasture back in the pines
We in the spot that the cops can't find
Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw
Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar
We're just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild
It's goin down field party style
It's goin down, field party style
It's goin down, it's goin down, field party style
Soak
You damn right, it's Friday night
Grab the Busch and the Budd Light
Meet me in the pasture back in the pines
We in the spot that the cops can't find
Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw
Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar
We're just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild
It's goin down field party style
It's goin down (down)
It's goin down (down)
It's goin down (down)
It's goin down (down)
