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
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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 trot line And a country boy can
survive country folks can survive A country boy
can survive country folks can survive