Hank Williams: A country boy can survive

The preacher man says its the end of timeand the Mississippi River she's a going dry.The interest is up and the stock markets downand 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 and a rifle and a four wheel driveand a countryboy can survive. Country folks can survive.I can plow a field all day long,I can catch catfish from dusk til dawn.Make our own whiskey and our own smoke tooaint to many things these boys can't do.We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wineand countryboy can survive, country folk can survive.Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run,cause we're them ole boys raised on shotguns.We say grace and we say mamamd if you aint into that we don't give a damn.We came from the West Virginia coal mine'sand the Rocky Mountains and the Western skiesand we can skin a buck, we can run a trout lineand a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive.I had a good friend in New York Cityhe never called me by my name just hillbilly.My Grandpa taught me how to live off the landand his taught him to be a business manHe used to send me pictures of the Broadway Nightsand i would send him some homemade winebut 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 beechnut in that dudes eyesand shoot him with my ole forty-fivecause a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive.Cause you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run,and we're them ole boys raised on shotgun.We say grace, we say mam,if you aint into that we don't give a damn.We're from North California and South Alabam'and little towns all around this land.We can skin a buck, and run a trout lineand a countryboy can survive,country folks can survive,countryboy can survive,country folks can survive.