Lacs – Field Party Lyrics (feat. Jj Lawhorn)

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