Field Party (Remix) [feat. Colt Ford & JJ Lawhorn]

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 ol' 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

Barely 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 ol' 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 red

Yeah, it's about to be a fun night, cooler full of Bud Light

Party till the sunlight, sunlight

Yeah, I don't see not law around, drinkin' till we all drown

Yeah that's how we get down, get down

All dem 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 fittin' to 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 right 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

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

It's goin' down

It's goin' down

It's goin' down