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'RE GONNA
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 FOLK
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 OL' BOYS CAN'T DO
WE GROW GOOD OLD
TOMATOES
AND HOME MADE WINE
AND A COUNTRY BOY
CAN SURVIVE
COUNTRY FOLKS
CAN SURVIVE
CAUSE YA CAN'T STARVE
US OUT AND YA CAN'T
MAKE US RUN
CAUSE WE'RE THEM
OL' BOYS
RAISED ON SHOTGUNS
NOW 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 TROT LINE
AND A COUNTRY BOY
CAN SURVIVE
COUNTRY FOLK
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 LIGHTS
AND 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 BEECH-NUT
IN THAT DUDE'S EYES
SHOOT HIM DOWN
WITH MY OLD FORTY-FIVE
CAUSE A COUNTRY BOY
CAN SURVIVE
COUNTRY FOLKS
CAN SURVIVE
CAUSE YA CAN'T STARVE
US OUT AND YA CAN'T
MAKE US RUN
CAUSE WE'RE
THEM OL' BOYS
RAISED ON SHOTGUNS
NOW WE SAY GRACE
AND WE SAY MA'AM
IF YOU AIN'T INTO THAT
WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN
WE'RE FROM
NORTH CAROLINA
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 FOLK
CAN SURVIVE
A COUNTRY BOY
CAN SURVIVE
COUNTRY FOLKS
CAN SURVIVE