| You damn right, it’s Friday night
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| Grab the Busch and the Bud Light
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| Meet me in the pasture back in the pines
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| We in the spot that the cops can’t find
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| Turn up the Jones turn up the jar
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| Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar
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| We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild
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| It’s goin' down field party style
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| Rippin' up them dirt roads, stirrin' up them cattle
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| Show you where to make shine at as long as y’all don’t tattle
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| Got beer kegs in truck beds, party around that bonfire
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| Horseshoes and corn hoe, roped off with barbed wire
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| Bad broads with tanned legs, raised up on cornbread
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| Dancin' with them daisy dukes, all they do is turn heads
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| Rebel red bikini tops, man you know you want it
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| They drinkin' on that hunch punch, 'fore long they start to flaunt it
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| So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get
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| 'Bout thirty miles from anything, the law ain’t hearin' shit
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| Y’all get drunk and show out, cut lose and go wild
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| Here it’s goin' down, down field party style
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| You damn right, it’s Friday night
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| Grab the Busch and the Bud Light
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| Meet me in the pasture back in the pines
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| We in the spot that the cops can’t find
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| Turn up the Jones turn up the jar
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| Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar
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| We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild
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| It’s goin' down field party style
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| Let’s get it crunk and do it right, we gon' crank it all night
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| Tell your mom and old man, they can bring the whole nine
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| We got them tailgates down and the shots goin' round
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| Hit 'em up and get 'em up and tell this whole damn town
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| We got the bonfire blowin', the crowd is steady growin'
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| Five thousand plus will be here before you know it
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| Got the grilled fired up, cookin' every kind of meat
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| We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek
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| We got Harleys over here, mud trucks are over there
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| Rednecks and hillbillys 'bout every damn where
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| Come one, come all, that’s how we do it in the south
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| All we need is a field and we’ll turn the party out
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| You damn right, it’s Friday night
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| Grab the Busch and the Bud Light
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| Meet me in the pasture back in the pines
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| We in the spot that the cops can’t find
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| Turn up the Jones turn up the jar
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| Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar
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| We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild
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| It’s goin' down field party style
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| It’s goin' down, field party style
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| It’s goin' down, it’s goin' down, field party style
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| Soak
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| You damn right, it’s Friday night
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| Grab the Busch and the Bud Light
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| Meet me in the pasture back in the pines
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| We in the spot that the cops can’t find
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| Turn up the Jones turn up the jar
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| Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar
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| We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild
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| It’s goin' down field party style
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| It’s goin' down (down)
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| It’s goin' down (down)
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| It’s goin' down (down)
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| It’s goin' down (down) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Field Party (feat. JJ Lawhorn) , by - The Lacs. Song from the album Nothing in Particular, in the genre Кантри