The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River she's goin' dry
The interest rate is up and the stock market's down
And you only gettin' mugged if you go downtown
I live back in the woods you see,
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
I've 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 ole boys raised on shotguns
We say grace and we say mamm
If you ain't into that we don't give a damn

We come 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 just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
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 beechnut in that dude's eyes
And shoot him with my ole 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 ole boys raised on shotguns
We say grace and we say ma'am
If you ain't in to 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
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive