A 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 downtown

I live back in the woods, you see
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun, a rifle and a 4-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
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these
Old boys can't do
We grow good ol' 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're them old boys
Raised on shotguns
We say grace, and we say ma'am
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 trotline
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 businessman
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 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut
In that dude's eyes
Then shoot him with my old 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
'Cause we're them old boys
Raised on shotguns
We say grace, and we say ma'am
If you ain't into that
We don't give a damn

We're from north California
And south Alabam'
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck, and run a trotline
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive