Field Party

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
 We in the field, check, back in the woods, check
 We havin' a party, check, it's gon' get rowdy, yeah
 That's what I thought would happen
 When me and the Lacs start rappin'
 JJ gon' do some sangin'
 Country girls start shakin' that thing, and
 Ain't nothin' better than bein' out at the field party
 See Bobbie Joe drop it low, she got that real body
 Man, she can plow a field, and she can skin a buck
 Betty got that big ol' truck, she's hot and loves to fish
 Man, I wish y'all could see exactly what I'm seein'
 And if Picasso painted country, this is where he'd be in
 Ain't nothing better than tan lines and tailgates
 Two-steppin' under heaven to a little George Strait
 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
 I got some mason jugs, I say let's pass 'em round
 If you ain't gettin' drunk, you with the wrong crowd
 You see that smoke cloud comin' from around the shed
 Halo shades on hidin' cause my eyes are red
 Yeah, it's about to be a fun night, cooler full of Bud Light
 Party til' the sunlight, sunlight
 Yeah, I don't see not law around, drinkin' til' we all drown
 Yeah, that's how we get down, get down
 Aww, them Lac boys is back again
 We comin' through we done brought some friends
 We bring the food, and we bring the shine
 We get the party crunk every time
 'Bout to hit that stage I'm finna sing
 And I done drank a fifth of Beam
 But I don't fall down to the ground
 And just hit them with that country lean
 Gonna get back up and I fill my cup
 Come on Colt let's crank it up
 There's a party back in that rye field
 Way up past that shine still
 Get on in and shut the gate
 So the cops can't come and regulate
 We wouldn't have it another way
 It's Friday night, so I say
 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)