Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Field Party, artist - The Lacs. Date of issue: 09.11.2017
Song language: English
Field Party |
| You damn right, it’s Friday night |
| Grab the Busch and the Bud 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 jar |
| 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 beer kegs in truck beds, 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 wild |
| Here it’s goin' down, down field party style |
| You damn right, it’s Friday night |
| Grab the Busch and the Bud 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 jar |
| 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 are over there |
| Rednecks and hillbillys 'bout every damn where |
| Come one, come all, 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 Bud 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 jar |
| 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 |
| Soak |
| You damn right, it’s Friday night |
| Grab the Busch and the Bud 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 jar |
| 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 (down) |
| It’s goin' down (down) |
| It’s goin' down (down) |
| It’s goin' down (down) |