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 four-wheel drive

And a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive

I can plough a field all day long

I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn, yeah

We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too

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

We grow good old 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 ol' 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 forty-three dollars my friend lost his life

I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eyes

And shoot him with my ol' forty-five

'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 ol' boys raised on shotguns

And 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 Alabama

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