A Country Boy Can Survive

Hank Williams Jr.

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  M1:
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  S1:
  The preacher man says it's the end of time 

  And the Mississippi River, she's a-goin' 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
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  S2:
  I can plow a field all day long 

  I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn 

  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
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  R1:
  Because 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
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  S3:
  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
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  S4:
  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 forty five 

  'Cause a country boy can survive 

  Country folks can survive
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  R1:
  Because 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
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  D1:
  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 

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