Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lake House, artist - Demun Jones. Album song Jones County, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Record label: Average Joes Entertainment
Song language: English
Lake House |
Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house |
Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique |
We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas |
Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep |
Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house |
Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique |
We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas |
Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep |
Now, every day is Labor Day or Fourth of July |
When it’s the cool side of hot and not a cloud in the sky |
Ain’t got a care in this world, ain’t got no plans |
I’m just around the house hangin' out with all my friends |
And then it crossed my mind… Up 129 |
And across three bridges is a helluva time |
Lake Sinclair, Putnam County ain’t far |
TJ, call the women; |
Dillon, grab a couple jars |
Tell Brad get the brewksi, Lou bring the liquor |
And I’ll tune up the Martin so I can pick a little |
Cody B, bring that cooler that’s long and wide |
And 'bout 4 feet deep and go fill it up with ice |
Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house |
Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique |
We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas |
Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep |
Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house |
Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique |
We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas |
Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep |
We got — folks on boats, jet skis, and floats |
And we jumpin' outta trees and we swingin' off ropes |
Got a cooler full of Bud, Jack, Jimmy, and cokes |
Pontoon pad with buddies and they all got jokes |
I got my nephew fishin'; |
red crawlers on the hook |
Threw a hog in the ground, let that big fella cook |
Cannon ball contest and some cutoff jeans |
I’d pull my jack-knife out, but I don’t wanna cause a scene |
Like them camouflage bikinis, hello kitty |
All Jones County girls and they sure are pretty |
Belly buttons in the shade if you know what I mean |
Cornbread fed, shakin' like something you never seen |
Every country boy’s dream; |
you keep on dreamin' |
Cause that one right there, yea she belongs to Demun |
The highway on the XM and we gettin' turnt up |
Honey pour me another drink in my Solo cup, come on |
Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house |
Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique |
We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas |
Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep |
Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house |
Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique |
We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas |
Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep |
When the night starts fallin' and the tops still poppin' |
And the fun just begun, let the sun keep on droppin' |
And put your off on… And put your off on… |
Playin' my guitar and feelin' a little silly |
Tryin' to break a G-string and sing a little Willie |
The sun went down and the moon’s all the way up |
The moonshine’s shinin', looks like we gonna stay up |
So crank the boombox and pour some more shots |
It’s the white trash Hamptons, the dance floor is the dot |
We just getting started and the party don’t stop |
The sheriff is my neighbor, we ain’t worried bout the cops so |
Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house |
Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique |
We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas |
Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep |
Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house |
Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique |
We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas |
Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep |