Field Party

Lyrics

[Chorus: JJ Lawhorn] You damn right, it's Friday night Grab the Busch and the Bud 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 jar 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 [Verse 1: Rooster] 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 beer kegs in truck beds, 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 wild Here it's goin' down, down field party style [Chorus: JJ Lawhorn] You damn right, it's Friday night Grab the Busch and the Bud 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 jar 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 [Verse 2: Uncle Snap] 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 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 are over there Rednecks and hillbillys '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 [Chorus: JJ Lawhorn] You damn right, it's Friday night Grab the Busch and the Bud 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 jar 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 Bud 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 jar 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)