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

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