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 YA ONLY
GET MUGGED
IF YA GO DOWNTOWN
I LIVE BACK
IN THE WOODS
YA 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 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 OL' TOMATOES
AND HOMEMADE WINE
AND A COUNTRY BOY
CAN SURVIVE
COUNTRY FOLKS
CAN SURVIVE
BECAUSE YA CAN'T
STARVE US OUT
AND YA CAN'T
MAKE US RUN
'CAUSE WE'RE THEM
OL' BOYS
RAISED ON SHOTGUN
WE SAY GRACE
AND WE SAY MA'AM
IF YA 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 NIGHT
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 BEECHNUT
IN THAT DUDE'S EYES
AND SHOOT HIM
WITH MY OL' 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 SHOTGUN
WE SAY GRACE
AND WE SAY MA'AM
IF YA 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
COUNTRY BOY
CAN SURVIVE
COUNTRY FOLKS
CAN SURVIVE