Karaoké A Country Boy Can Survive 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

A woman and the kids and the dogs and me

I got a shotgun 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 you can't starve us out and you can't make us run

'Cos we're them old boys raised on ol' shotguns

And we say grace we say ma'am

If you ain't into that we don't give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines 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 this 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 fourty three dollars my friend lost his life

I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dude's eyes and shoot him with my old fourty five

'Cos a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive

'Cos you can't starve us out and you can't make us run

'Cos we're them old boys raised ol' shotguns

And we say grace 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 and run a trot line

And a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive

Country boy can survive

Country folks can survive