The preacher man say's it's the end of time The Mississippi river, she's going dry The interest is up, and the stock market's down You only get mugged if you go down town I live back in the woods you see, My woman, my kids, and my dogs, and me I got a shotgun, and a rifle, and a 4 wheel drive A Country boy can survive And a Country boy can survive See, I can plow a field all day long I can catch catfish, from dusk till dawn We make our own whisky, and our own smoke too Aint too many things these ole boys cant do, no We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine A Country boy can survive And a Country boy can survive Cause you cant starve us out, cant make me run Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun We say grace, and we say Mam If you aint into that, we don't give a God damn I had a good friend in N.Y. city He never called me Kid Rock, he called me hillbilly My grandpa taught me how to live off this land His taught him to be a businessman He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night I'd send him some of that homemade wine But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life I wanna spit some beechnut in the dudes eyes Shoot him with my mother fuckin 45 A country boy can survive Cause you cant starve us out, cant make us run Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun We say grace, and we say Mam If you Ain't into that, we don't give a God damn Were from North California, and South Alabama And little towns all around this land Well I can skin a buck, and run a trout line A Country boy can survive Well a Country boy can survive Survive
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