Field Party Songtext
von The Lacs

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

We in the field, check, back in the woods, check
We havin′ a party, check, it′s gon' get rowdy, yeah
That′s what I thought would happen
When me and the Lacs start rappin'
JJ gon′ do some sangin'
Country girls start shakin′ that thing, and

Ain't nothin' better than bein′ out at the field party
See Bobbie Joe drop it low, she got that real body
Man, she can plow a field, and she can skin a buck
Betty got that big ol′ truck, she's hot and loves to fish


Man, I wish y′all could see exactly what I'm seein′
And if Picasso painted country, this is where he'd be in
Ain′t nothing better than tan lines and tailgates
Two-steppin' under heaven to a little George Strait

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

I got some mason jugs, I say let's pass ′em round
If you ain't gettin′ drunk, you with the wrong crowd
You see that smoke cloud comin' from around the shed
Halo shades on hidin' cause my eyes are red

Yeah, it′s about to be a fun night, cooler full of Bud Light
Party til′ the sunlight, sunlight
Yeah, I don't see not law around, drinkin′ til' we all drown
Yeah, that′s how we get down, get down


Aww, them Lac boys is back again
We comin' through we done brought some friends
We bring the food, and we bring the shine
We get the party crunk every time

′Bout to hit that stage I'm finna sing
And I done drank a fifth of Beam
But I don't fall down to the ground
And just hit them with that country lean

Gonna get back up and I fill my cup
Come on Colt let′s crank it up
There′s a party back in that rye field
Way up past that shine still

Get on in and shut the gate
So the cops can't come and regulate
We wouldn′t have it another way
It's Friday night, so I say

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)