Lacs – Field Party [feat. Colt Ford & Jj Lawhorn] Lyrics

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