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 markets 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 and a rifle and a four wheel drive And 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 too Ain't too many things these boys can't do We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine And 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 ol' boys raised on shotguns We say grace and we say ma'am And 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 trout line And a countryboy 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 would 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 dudes eyes And shoot him with my ol' forty-five 'Cause 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 ol' boys raised on shotgun We say grace, we say ma'am If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn We're from North California and South Alabama And little towns all around this land We can skin a buck and run a trout line And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive Countryboy can survive, country folks can survive © BOCEPHUS MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com