Every Friday night,
There's a steady cloud of dust,
That leads back to a field,
Filled with pick-up trucks,
Got Old Hank crankin',
Way up loud,
Got coolers in the back,
Tailgates down.
There's a big fire burning,
But don't be alarmed,
It's just country boys and girls
Gettin' down on the farm.
Ed's been on the tractor,
Ain't seen Becky all week,
Somebody said they seen 'em,
Headed down to the creek,
Farmer Johnson's daughters
Just pulled up in a jeep,
Man, he knows how to grow 'em,
If you know what I mean,
Oh, Dave's getting loud,
But he don't mean no harm,
We're just country boys and girls
Gettin' down on the farm.
CHORUS:
You can have a lot of fun,
In a New York minute,
But there's some things you can't do
Inside those city limits,
Ain't no closing time,
Ain't no cover charge,
Just country boys and girls
Gettin' down on the farm.
Well, you can come as you are,
There ain't no dress code,
Just some rural route rules,
That you need to know,
Don't mess with the bull,
He can get real mean,
Don't forget to shut the gate,
Stay out of the beans,
If it starts to raining,
We'll just head to the barn,
We're country boys and girls
Gettin' down on the farm.
CHORUS
Ain't no closing time,
Ain't no cover charge,
Just country boys and girls
Gettin' down on the farm.
Oh, let's get down y'all.
Stay outta that hay.
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