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