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
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
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 2 Am 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