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