We Do It In A Field

A E F#m D A E In the little bitty towns between map dots F#m D We don't tailgate in a parking lot A E We bump down dirt roads in jacked up trucks F#m D Far from the bars and smoky night clubs A E F#m D We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up A E We got a hundred blue cans F#m D Sitting on ice in the back of my truck A E George Strait blaring in a chevrolet F#m D We open up the doors wide and let it play A E F#m D 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 My baby looks good in her little tank top About 2am we go sneaking off We got a spot beneath a cottonwood tree 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 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 8