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The Lacs

Field Party

 

Field Party

(album: Nothing In Particular - 2014)


You damn right, it's Friday night
Grab the Busch and the Budd 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 Jaw
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

Rippin up them dirt roads
Stirrin up them cattle
Show you where to make shine at
As long as y'all don't tattle
Got big kegs and chub beers
Party around that bonfire
Horseshoes and corn hoe
Roped off with barbed wire
Bad broads with tanned legs
Raised up on cornbread
Dancin with them daisy dukes
All they do is turn heads
Rebel red bikini tops
Man you know you want it
They drinkin on that hunch punch
Fore long they start to flaunt it
So crank up them eighteens
as loud as they can get
Bout thirty miles from anything
The law ain't hearin shit
Y'all get drunk and show out
Cut lose and go out
Here it's goin down
Down field party style

You damn right, it's Friday night
Grab the Busch and the Budd 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 Jaw
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

Let's get it crunk and do it right
We gon crank it all night
Tell your mom and old man
They can bring the whole nine
We got them tailgates down
and the shots goin round
Hit em up and get em up
and tell this whole damn town
We got the bonfire blowin
The crowd is steady growin
Five thousand plus
will be here before you know it
Got the grilled fired up
Cookin every kind of meat
We got the freaks in bikinis
headed down to the creek
We got Harleys over here
Mud trucks over there
Red necks and hill billys
bout every damn where
Come one, come out
That's how we do it in the south
All we need is a field
and we'll turn the party out

You damn right, it's Friday night
Grab the Busch and the Budd 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 Jaw
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

You damn right, it's Friday night
Grab the Busch and the Budd 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 Jaw
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
It's goin down
It's goin down
It's goin down

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