Barn Burner Lyrics - Growing Up Is Getting Old - Jason Michael Carroll

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