Country Boy Can Survive


The preacher man says its the end of time 
The Mississippi River she's goin' dry 
The Interest is up and the Stock Market's down 
And your only gettin' mugged if ya go downtow-yown 
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 four 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 'til dawn 
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too 
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do, no 
We pluck good old tomatoes made homemade wine 
A country boy can survive 
And a country boy can survive 


'Cause you can't stop us son 
Can't make me run 
Hey there boy I got a big shotgun 
We say grace and we say maam 
If you ain't into that 
Then we don't give a God dayamn 


I got a good friend in New York City 
He never called me Kid Rock he called me Hillbilly 
My grandpa taught me how to live on this land 
And start helpin' build this man 
He used to send me pictures of Broadway nights 
I sent him some of that homemade wi-i-i-ine 
He was killed by a man with a switchblade knife 
For forty-three dollars my friend lost his life 
Oh, I wanna spit some big snot in the old dude's eyes 
Shoot him with my motherfuckin' forty-five 
A country boy can survive 


'Cause you can't stop us son 
Can't make us run 
Hey there boy I got a big shotgun 
We say grace and we say maam 
If you ain't into that  
Then we don't give a God dayamn 


In north California and south Alabam' 
In little towns all around this land 
I can skin a buck and run a trout li-i-ine 
A country boy can survive 
And a country boy can survive 
Survi-vi-vi-vive