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