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 plow a field all day long
 I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn (yeah)
 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're them old 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 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 we're them old 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're from North California and South Alabam'
 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