A Country Boy Can Survive

The preacher man says it's the end of time

And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry

The interest is up and the stock markets down

And you only get mugged if you go downtown

I live back in the woods, you see

My woman and the kids and the dogs and me

I got a shotgun and 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 'til dawn

Make our own whiskey and our own smoke too

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

We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine

And country boy can survive, country folk can survive

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

'Cause we're them ol' boys raised on shotguns

We say grace and we say ma'am

And if you ain't into that, we don't give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coal mines

And the Rocky Mountains and the Western skies

And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot 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

And 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 dudes eyes

And shoot him with my ol' .45

'Cause a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive

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

And we're them ol' boys raised on shotgun

We say grace, we say ma'am

If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn

We're from North California and South Alabama

And little towns all around this land

We can skin a buck andrun a trot line

And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive