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Trace Adkins

A Country Boy Can Survive

 

A Country Boy Can Survive


The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going 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
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
Country folks can survive

Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns
And 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 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 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
I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eyes
And shoot him with my old .45

'Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

'Cause you can't starve 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, and run a trotline

And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Yeah

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