Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lacs
Performer
Doug Kees
Guitar
Joseph Benson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian King
Composer
Clay Sharpe
Composer
Jared Sciullo
Composer
Jonathan Lawhorn
Composer
Justin Spillner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ KO
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You're 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 Jaw
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
[Verse 2]
Rippin' up them dirt roads
Stirrin' up them cattle
Show you where to make 'shine at
As long as ya'll don't tattle
Got big kegs and chub beers
Party around that bonfire
Horseshoes and corn, ho
Roped off with barbed wire
Bad broads with tan legs
Raised up on cornbread
Dancin' with them daisy dukes
All they do is turn heads
[Verse 3]
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 30 miles from anything
The law ain't hearin' shit
Ya'll get drunk and show out
Cut loose and go out
Here it's going down
Down field party style
[Verse 4]
You're 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 Jaw
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
[Verse 5]
Let's get it crunk, let's 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
[Verse 6]
We got the bonfire blowin'
The crowd is steady growin'
Five thousand plus'll be here
Before you know it
Got the grill fired up
Cookin' every kind of meat
We got the freaks in bikinis
Headed down to the creek
[Verse 7]
We got Harleys over here
Mud trucks over there
Rednecks and hillbillies
'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
[Verse 8]
You're 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 Jaw
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
[Verse 9]
It's goin' down field party style
It's goin' down
It's goin' down field party style
[Verse 10]
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 Jaw
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
[Verse 11]
It's goin' down
It's goin' down
It's goin' down
It's goin' down
Written by: Brian King, Clay Sharpe, Jared Sciullo, Jonathan Lawhorn, Justin Spillner
