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