The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River
She's a-goin' dry the interest is up and
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 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
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
'Cause we're them old boys
We say grace, and we say ma'am
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
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures
And I'd send him some homemade wine
Man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut
Then shoot him with my old 45
'Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
'Cause you can't starve us out and
'Cause we're them old boys
We say grace, and we say ma'am
We're from north California
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
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive