Hit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn town. All we need is a field and we’ll turn the party out. Let’s get it crunk and do it right,
We gon crank it all night. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Bad broads with tanned legs,
Raised up on cornbread. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Show you where to make shine at as long as y’all don’t tattle. Dancin with them daisy dukes,
All they do is turn heads. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. It’s goin down field party style. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. It’s goin down,
It’s goin down,
Field party style. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. It’s goin down field party style. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Rebel red bikini tops,
Man you know you want it. Tell your mom and old man,
They can bring the whole nine. It’s goin down field party style. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. It’s goin down. It’s goin down,
Field party style. Y’all get drunk and show out,
Cut lose and go out. It’s goin down. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. It’s goin down. Colt Ford & Jj Lawhorn] Lyrics
You damn right,
It’s Friday night. It’s goin down. Got big kegs and chub beers. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. We got them tailgates down and the shots goin round. LACSField Party [feat. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. It’s goin down field party style. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. They drinkin on that hunch punch,
Fore long they start to flaunt it. Rippin up them dirt roads,
Stirrin up them cattle. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. We got the bonfire blowin,
The crowd is steady growin,
Five thousand plus will be here before you know it. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Got the grilled fired up,
Cookin every kind of meat. 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. Bout thirty miles from anything,
The law ain’t hearin shit. So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get. Here it’s goin down,
Down field party style. Party around that bonfire,
Horseshoes and corn hoe,
Roped off with barbed wire. We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek. We in the spot that the cops can’t find.