C.F.T. Is a tune inspired by girls from down home & good times on gravel roads. I started writing this one at Beaver Dam, a spot back home in Moniteau County infamous for wild times growin up. A friend of mine Michael Drake helped with some lyrics & I was able to get it recorded recently. It's raw & unpolished but honest. Hope you dig Corn Field Twerkin, I know I do lol.

Lyrics

(Whistling)
Friday night rolls around, grabs her girls & she heads to town, cooler full of beer & foo foo drinks.
Feelin good with her get me some jeans on, gonna be naughty before dawn, head to toe she a redneck queen.
Headlight silhouette, showin me what I aint seen yet, with every sexy shake of them hips.
Gettin kinda nasty, the way she lookin at me, at Beaver Dam on a low water bridge, & now it's....
(Chorus)
Corn field twerkin, she got her body workin, it's late night groadin for a Moniteau girl.
Everybody wanna hit it, cause her body won't quit it, Moniteau momma take you round the world.
(Whistling)
Cell phone illuminates, it's that man she used to date, that left her alone with a couple of kids.
Aint about his booty call, when she got that booty all, poppin & droppin like a triple x sin.
At a Kiley Ford gathering, she buzzin like a honey bee, singin show me to your back seat & I'll be your porno queen & now it's
(Chorus)
Corn field twerkin, got her body workin, it's late night tokin for a Moniteau girl.
everybody wanna hit it, cause her body won't quit it, Moniteau mamma take you round the world.
(Whistling)