Tonight

Harvest moon
Orange sky
Empty field out of sight
Back-end of a dead-end road
Long necks by the case
Stacked up on Diamond plates
JBL sitting high on poles

Run a match down the side
Gasoline, stack of pine
Get ready here we go

Tonight we gon' burn it
We gon' turn it up
Ride it like a casey line
We gon' kill it
We gon' feel it
'Til the stars fade out of sight
Full throttles, tipping back bottles
Gonna set this field on fire
Tonight, hmm
Tonight

See the smoke
Rising up
Pour some fire in a cup
Pinch of long cut, pass it around
Feel the flame
Feel the heat
Feel her skin next to me
Yeah, I'm about to get unwound

Tonight we gon' burn it
We gon' turn it up
Ride it like a casey line
We gon' kill it
We gon' feel it
'Til the stars fade out of sight
Full throttles, tipping back bottles
Gonna set this field on fire
Tonight, hmm
Tonight

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Ain't nothing I'd rather see
Whoa-oh whoa-oh
There's no place that I'd rather be

Tonight we gon' burn it
We gon' turn it up
Ride it like a casey line
We gon' kill it
We gon' feel it
'Til the stars fade out of sight
Full throttles, tipping back bottles
Gonna set this field on fire
Tonight, hmm
Tonight

Yeah, we gon' rock it
Tonight
Oh, we really gon' stop it?
Tonight

Tonight we're doing it now
Yeah, we're tearing it up
Burning into the ground
Won't you stand up
Put your hands up
Put your cans up
Let me hear you say

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh



Credits
Writer(s): Granger Smith, Frank Rogers
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