Kiss Our Grits - Jawga Boyz

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 thangs 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 livin' 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 complainin'

Ain’t it great to be from the country

In the greatest country on the globe

Sit back with a six pack in the pitch black

Get back buddy we takin' it slow

Living how we wanna

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 thangs 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

Come on out let’s hop in the truck

Gonna get buried in the mud and the muck

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 cats know what we doing, man

Come on down to these woods

And best believe they something brewing, that’s right

We doin' 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

God fearin' country boys 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 thangs 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