Tailgate down by the bean field Cooler full and a half-lit moon Mama said don’t make a mess now We said “watch us” and we did real soon Mud on my boots, hair in the wind Truck bed shaking like a drumline grin Hand me a cup, let the good times spin Tonight we’re all in One more song One more round Whole damn county hears that sound Hands up high Feet stay loose Once it starts, we cut right through We like to party We like to party Boots in the dirt Hearts all starty We like to party We like to party Turn that thing up Make the whole night spark-y (We like to party) Got my girl in a denim jacket Got my boys on a fence-line row Fiddle squeals when the night gets happy Then the bass hits low and slow Spinning past the corn and gravel Laughing loud with a paper crown If you came for a quiet evening You came to the wrong part of town One more song One more shout Open the gate and let it out Hands up high No more rules Buckle up, we’re breaking loose We like to party We like to party Boots in the dirt Hearts all starty We like to party We like to party Turn that thing up Make the whole night spark-y (We like to party) When the lights go low And the whole world blurs We still yell back Like a choir of herds Kick drum thump And the fiddle flies We don’t wait around For a better time Hey Hey Pull it back Then let it go Hands in the air And take it slow We like to party We like to party Boots in the dirt Hearts all starty We like to party We like to party Turn that thing up Make the whole night spark-y We like to party We like to party From the porch to the stars We’re all in smarty We like to party We like to party If you hear that shout You already know (We like to party)
