Nástroje
Ensembles
Genres
Skladatelé
Umělci

Texty: Craig Morgan. Bonfire.

You can see it from the river to the top of White Pine Ridge
Burnin' like a summer sun, a bunch of rednecks gettin' half lit
There's mud-covered trucks and SUV's crankin' out Hank and AC/DC

At the bonfire, out in the sticks, country backwoods, homegrown hicks
Bonfire, dance a little jig, hold up your cup and take another swig
Won't sleep till dawn, gonna party right down to the wire at the bonfire

Everybody's seen the headlights when old Sheriff John pulled up
We all got a little nervous, it's too late to hide our cups
He popped a top then hollered real loud
Don't worry y'all, I came to hang out

At the bonfire, out in the sticks, country backwoods, homegrown hicks
Bonfire, dance a little jig, hold up your cup and take another swig
Won't sleep till dawn, gonna party right down to the wire at the bonfire

You don't have to be from around here to know right where to go
All you gotta do is load up and head towards the glow

Of the bonfire, out in the sticks, country backwoods, homegrown hicks
(Bonfire)
Bonfire, dance a little jig, hold up your cup and take another swig

At the bonfire, out in the sticks, country backwoods, homegrown hicks
Bonfire, dance a little jig, hold up your cup and take another swig
Won't sleep till dawn, gonna party right down to the wire at the bonfire We're all hangin' at the bonfire