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 down town
I live back
in the woods you see
a woman and the kids
and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun 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
'Cause you can't starve us out
and you can't makes us run
'Cause one of 'em old boys
raised on shotguns
And we say grace
and we say Ma'am
if you ain't into that
we don't give a ****
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 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 one of 'em old boys
raised on shotguns
And we say grace
and we say Ma'am
if you ain't into that
we don't give a ****
We're from North Carolina
and south Alabama
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
Country boy can survive
Country folks can survive