Hank Williams Jr. - A Country Boy Can Survive lyrics

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 Markets down And you only get mugged if you go down town I live back in the woods, you see A woman and the kids, and the dogs, and me I got a shotgun, a rifle, and a 4-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 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 one-of-'em old boys raised on shotgun And we say grace and we say Ma'am And 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 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 k**ed by a man with a switchblade knife For 43 dollars my friend lost his life I'd love to spit some beech nut in that dude's eyes And shoot him with my old 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 one-of-'em old boys raised on shotgun And we say grace and we say Ma'am And 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; we can run a trotline And a country boy can survive Country folks can survive