The preacher man says, it's the end of time The Mississippi river, she's goin' dry The interest is up and the stock market's down You only get mugged if you go down town 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 4 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 till dawn We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do, no We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine A country boy can survive And a country boy can survive 'Cause you can't starve us out, can't make me run Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun We say, "Grace" and we say, "Mam" If you ain't into that, we don't give a God damn I had a good friend in N.Y. City He never called me Kid Rock, he called me, Hillbilly My grandpa taught me how to live off this land His taught him to be a businessman He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night I'd send him some of that homemade wine But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life I wanna spit some beach nut in the dudes eyes Shoot him with my mother fuckin' 45 A country boy can survive 'Cause you can't starve us out, can't make us run Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun We say, "Grace" and we say, "Mam" If you ain't into that, we don't give a God damn Were from North California and South Alabama And little towns all around this land Well I can skin a buck and run a trout line A country boy can survive Well, a country boy can survive Survive © BOCEPHUS MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com