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 til dawn, yeah
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these ole 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 ma'am
If you ain't into 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
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 dude's eyes
And shoot him with my ole 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'se them ole 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 trout line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
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