Brown paper sack, wintergreen pack A full tank of gas from a mini mart Cruisin' slow with Curtis low speakers 'Bout to blow, let the party start
Take that ol' dirt road past that grain silo Red taillights glow, it's a pickup parade Over the cattle guard, find a place to park Show me to the bar, take my keys away, it's time to play
Then it's beer bong hangin' from the hayloft Jell-O shooters with Smirnoff Long necks chillin' in the feed trough Pig smokin' slow
Flatbed band cranked up loud The more we drink the better they sound See the bonfire from all around Lettin' everybody know, we've gotta Barn Burner
Mini skirts, skintight shirts Look so good, it hurts, drives me insane Mechanical buckin' bull Shot glasses full of tomorrow's pain Ain't you glad you came?
Drinkin' games goin' in the horse stalls Two step under the disco ball Billy Bob's blowin' on his duck call It's a hell of a show
Sticky from the sweat so to beat the heat We go skinny dippin' down in the creek Promise the girls we can't see Thank God for that moon glow, we've gotta Barn Burner
Homemade shine way too strong David Allen Coe sing-a-long songs (You don't have to call me) Bathroom lines takin' too long, go behind the tree
Party all night till the sun comes up Sleep it off till you lose your buzz Good luck tryin' to find your truck We'll see you all next week at the Barn Burner Let it burn Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
