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

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