Party in Lockport

Damn right I got long hair I aint got no public job

I spend every cent of my money and I do with what I got

I'm camouflage and chevys a pair of work boots and my gun

I'm just a regular Clark boy

Raisin hell and on the run

I'm down here on the River sittin high in a tall oak tree

With my favorite realtree hat a bag of sweets and my 270

I done made my mind up ain't gonna shoot him if he's small

But if he's 18 inches or more I'm gonna put him up on my wall

Get that fat sack of homegrown weed and that bottle of whiskey started

Get all the rednecks together by god we're gonna party

Right here in Lockport

There's a party in Lockport

There's holes in my blue jeans

I cut the sleeves off of my new shirt

There's a bandana strapped to my head I'm half drunk and covered in dirt

I'm partyin on six mile me and my southern friends

Truckin through a mud hole standin up in the back of an old S10

I pick a little guitar and wait on the catfish to bite

Down the last shot of good bourbon start again tomorrow night

Now get that fat sack of homegrown weed and that bottle of whiskey started

Get all the rednecks together by god we're gonna party

Right here in Lockport

There's a party in Lockport

Get that fat sack of homegrown weed and that bottle of whiskey started

Get all the rednecks together by god we're gonna party

Right here in Lockport

There's a party in Lockport

Good ol Lockport

Way on down in Lockport