Country Boy Can Survive

The preacher man says it's the end of time and the Mississippi River she's a goin' dry

The interest is up and the stock market's down

And you only get mugged if you go down town

I live back in the woods you see my woman and the kids and the dogs and me

I've got a shotgun a rifle and a four wheel drive

And a country boy can survive country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn

We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too

Ain't too many things these old boys can't do

We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine

And a country boy can survive country folks can survive

Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run

Cause we'se them ole boys raised on shotguns

We say grace and we say mamm if you ain't in to that we don't give a damn

We come from West Virginia coal mines

And the Rocky Mountains and the western skies

And we can skin a buck we can run a trout line

And a country boy can survive country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City he never called me by my name just hillbilly

My grandpa taught me how to live off the land and his taught him to be a business man

He used to send me pictures of the broadway nights I'd send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife

For forty three dollars my friend lost his life

I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dude's eyes and shoot him with my ole 45

Cause a country boy can survive country folks can survive

Because you can't starve us out...

We're from North California and South Alabam and little towns all around this land

And we can skin a buck and run a trout line

And a country boy can survive country folks can survive

A country boy can survive country folks can survive