In the little bitty towns between map dots
We don't tailgate in a parking lot
We bump down dirt roads in jacked up trucks
Far from the bars and smoky night clubs
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
And George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
This ol' truck hood makes a pretty good seat
Got my feet on the bumper sipping on a drink
And not too long we'll take it down to the creek
The ice cold water will set you free
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
And George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
Yeah my baby looks good in her little tank top
About two a.m. we go sneaking off
We got a spot beneath a cottonwood tree
And she knows what she's gonna do to me
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my pickup truck
George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
Yeah
We do it in a field
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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In the little bitty towns between map dots
We don't tailgate in a parking lot
We bump down dirt roads in jacked up trucks
Far from the bars and smoky night clubs
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
And George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
This ol' truck hood makes a pretty good seat
Got my feet on the bumper sipping on a drink
And not too long we'll take it down to the creek
The ice cold water will set you free
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
And George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
Yeah my baby looks good in her little tank top
About two a.m. we go sneaking off
We got a spot beneath a cottonwood tree
And she knows what she's gonna do to me
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my pickup truck
George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
Yeah
We do it in a field
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We don't tailgate in a parking lot
We bump down dirt roads in jacked up trucks
Far from the bars and smoky night clubs
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
And George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
This ol' truck hood makes a pretty good seat
Got my feet on the bumper sipping on a drink
And not too long we'll take it down to the creek
The ice cold water will set you free
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
And George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
Yeah my baby looks good in her little tank top
About two a.m. we go sneaking off
We got a spot beneath a cottonwood tree
And she knows what she's gonna do to me
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my pickup truck
George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
Yeah
We do it in a field
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
Writer: GRANGER SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.