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