Country boy can survive

verse 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 We make our own traps and our own moonshine Ain′t too many things that my Dad couldn’t do We grow good-ole tomatoes and homemade wine And a country boy can survive Country folks can survive chorus Because you can't starve us out and you can′t make us run 'Cause we′re them boys raised on shotguns We say grace, and we say ma'am If you ain′t into that, we don't give a damn verse We came from tha Mississippi pines And the cornfields under them blue 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 Daddy taught me how to live off the land And his taught him to be a simple man Daddy would send pictures of those big bucks at nights And I'd send him some blueberry shine 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 wintergreen in that dude′s eyes And shoot him with my old .45 'Cause a country boy can survive Country folks can survive chorus ′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 verse 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