Burning Down the Barn

Everybody knows it's where everybody goes
When the sun goes down on a Friday
There's a half a mile of four wheels cutting through the corn fields
Jamming up a dirt road driveway

Great grandpa, hammer, and a saw
Built this place from the floor up
But I bet, he didn't know a hundred years ago
Tonight, it's gonna get a little tore up

We gonna kick the dirt right off these boots
Blow the top right off this roof
Dance on tractors, swing from rafters
Country girls and country boys
Making all that country noise
(Why'd that chicken cross the road?)
To get to this party

Burning down the barn
Blowing up this farm
Don't mean any harm
We're just burn, burn, burning down the barn

It's hot out on the dance floor, open up the barn door
Let a little cool breeze blow in
And put your hand in your honey's hand, spin her all around
Keep the sawdust smoking 'til the walls fall down

We gonna
We gonna kick the dirt right off these boots
Blow the top right off this roof
Dance on tractors, swing from rafters
Country girls and country boys
Making all that country noise
(Why'd that chicken cross the road?)
To get to this party

Burning down the barn
Blowing up this farm
Don't mean any harm
We're just burn, burn, burning down the barn
Burning down the barn
Burning down the barn

Great grandpa, hammer, and a saw
He built this beauty from the floor up
Bet he didn't know a hundred years ago
Tonight, it's gonna get a little tore up

Kick the dirt right off these boots
Blow the top right off this roof
Dance on tractors, swing from rafters
Country girls and country boys
Making all that country noise
Why'd that chicken cross the road?
To get to this party

Burning down the barn
Blowing up this farm
Don't mean any harm
We're just burn, burn, burning down the barn
Burning down the barn
Burning down the barn