We can fire up the grill Or we can fire up a moonshine still Or we can hop in the trucks And go get them fangs covered in mud Whichever way it goes I can promise you this We ain’t got no worries in the sticks (That’s right) And them city folks can kiss our grits We sitting back with the charcoal lit Ain’t no city folk living like this Tell ’em all to go and kiss our grits Man we like it down here back in the sticks Really don’t know of a better way Till I can break it down and really try to explain it Really got a lot to be thankful for Man, who am I to start complaining? Ain’t it great to be from the country In the greatest country on the globe Sit back with a six pack and a pitch black Get back bout of weed taking it slow Leaving how we want it Just really wanna be left alone Some of them folks wanna tell me That they’re really not impressed, now where are my songs I’m not too impressed And just thankful now for my blessing Stressing’s something I don’t really like To get involved in Dressing in them old jeans, dirty boots Plaid shirt and that trucker hat Coming up from the grill and they smelling good So get you some of that We can fire up the grill Or we can fire up a moonshine still Or we can hop in the trucks And go get them fangs covered in mud
Whichever way it goes I can promise you this We ain’t got no worries in the sticks And them city folks can kiss our grits Come on out let’s hop in the truck Gonna get beer [?] Never really been rich but it’s all good Man, at least I’ve always had enough Yeah, that’s what I’m bout Born and raised in that deep south Clout for the bout, anybody wanna doubt We gon’ give ’em a reason to come check us out Don’t knock it till you try it Country cast know what we doing, man Come on down to these woods And best believe they something brewing, that’s right We do in life the best we know And how that we were taught Knowing that the best things we got in life Are not some of them things that can be bought We balling on that acreage And I ain’t just saying it [?] with a full gun rack Nothing that you wanna be playing with So fan that flame, let’s get it cooking That’s just how we gonna roll Let it smoke and let it drip And grab your problems, let ’em go We can fire up the grill Or we can fire up a moonshine still Or we can hop in the trucks And go get them fangs covered in mud Whichever way it goes I can promise you this We ain’t got no worries in the sticks And them city folks can kiss our grits