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