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The preacher man says it’s the end of time 
The Mississippi river she’s goin’ dry 

The interest is up and the stock markets down 
Your only getting mugged if ya go downtown 

I live back in the woods you see 
My woman, my kids, and my dogs and me

I got a shotgun and 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 old boys can't do

We grow good old tomatoes make homemade wine
A country boy can survive 

Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make me run 
Hey there boy I got a big shotgun 

We say grace, and we say ma'am
If you ain't into that, we don't give a goddamn

I had a good friend in New York 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 nights
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

Ohhh I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in the dude's eye 
Shoot him with my mother f****n old forty-five 

A country boy can survive 
Cuz you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run 
Hey there boy I got a big shotgun 

We say grace, and we say ma'am
If you ain't into that, we don't give a goddamn

Went from North California and south Alabam’ 
And little towns all around this land 

I can skin a buck, and run a trotline
A country boy can survive 
And a country boy can survive 
Survive