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