A Country Boy Can Survive 2

intro" | | THE PREACHER MAN SAYS ITS THE END OF TIME AND THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER, SHE'S A GOING DRY THE INT'REST 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 RIFLE AND A FOUR WHEEL DRIVE AND A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE, COUNTRY FOLKS CAN SURVIVE I CAN PLOW A FEILD ALL DAY LONG, I CAN CATCH CATFISH FROM DUSK TIL' DAWN WE MAKE ARE OWN WHISKEY AND ARE OWN SMOKE TOO AIN'T TOO MANY THINGS THESE OL' BOYS CAN'T DO WE GROW GOOD OL' TOMATOES AND HOMEMADE WINE AND A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE, COUNTRY FOLKS CAN SURVIVE CAUSE YA' CAN'T STARVE US OUT AND YA' CANT MAKE US RUN CAUSE WERE THEM OLE' BOYS RAISED ON SHOTGUNS WE SAY GRACE, WE SAY MA'AM IF YOU AINT INTO THAT WE DONT 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 TROT 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 USE TO SEND ME PICTURES OF THE BROADWAY LIGHT AND I'D SEND HIM SOME HOMEMADE WINE BUT HE WAS KILLED BY A MAN WITH A SWITCH BLADE 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 OLD FOURTY FIVE CAUSE A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE, COUNTRY FOLKS CAN SURVIVE CAUSE YA' CAN'T STARVE US OUT AND YA' CANT MAKE US RUN CAUSE WERE THEM OLE' BOYS RAISED ON SHOTGUNS WE SAY GRACE, WE SAY MA'AM IF YOU AINT INTO THAT WE DONT GIVE A DAMN WE'RE FROM NORTH CALIFORNIA AND SOUTH ALABAM' AND LITTLE TOWNS ALL AROUND THIS LAND AND WE CAN SKIN A BUCK WE CAN RUN A TROT LINE AND A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE, COUNTRY FOLKS CAN SURVIVE