Lacs – Field Party [feat. Colt Ford & Jj Lawhorn] Lyrics

Tell your mom and old man,
They can bring the whole nine. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Come one,
Come all,
That’s how we do it in the south. It’s goin down,
It’s goin down,
Field party style. We got them tailgates down and the shots goin round. It’s goin down. We got Harleys over here,
Mud trucks over there,
Red necks and hill billys bout every damn where. Rippin up them dirt roads,
Stirrin up them cattle. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Dancin with them daisy dukes,
All they do is turn heads. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. It’s goin down field party style. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. It’s goin down. Y’all get drunk and show out,
Cut lose and go out. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Rebel red bikini tops,
Man you know you want it. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Party around that bonfire,
Horseshoes and corn hoe,
Roped off with barbed wire. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. It’s goin down. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Colt Ford & Jj Lawhorn] Lyrics
You damn right,
It’s Friday night. It’s goin down field party style. So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get. It’s goin down,
Field party style. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. It’s goin down field party style. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Here it’s goin down,
Down field party style. Show you where to make shine at as long as y’all don’t tattle. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. It’s goin down field party style. We got the bonfire blowin,
The crowd is steady growin,
Five thousand plus will be here before you know it. We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek. They drinkin on that hunch punch,
Fore long they start to flaunt it. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Let’s get it crunk and do it right,
We gon crank it all night. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Got the grilled fired up,
Cookin every kind of meat. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Got big kegs and chub beers. LACSField Party [feat. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. All we need is a field and we’ll turn the party out. It’s goin down. Bad broads with tanned legs,
Raised up on cornbread. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Hit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn town. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Bout thirty miles from anything,
The law ain’t hearin shit.