Country Boy Can Survive Lyrics - Hank Williams Jr.

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 till 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 

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Country folks can survive 

Because you can't stomp 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 trout 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 forty-three dollars my friend lost his life 

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I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eyes 

And shoot him with my old forty-five 

'Cause a country boy can survive 

Country folks can survive 

'Cause you can't stomp 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, we can run a trotline 

And a country boy can survive 

Country folks can survive 

A country boy can survive 

Country folks can survive