Field Party [feat. Colt Ford & JJ Lawhorn] - The Lacs, Colt Ford, 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

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

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

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

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

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