THE PREACHER MAN SAYS ITS THE END OF TIME
AND THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER, SHE'S A GOING DRY
THE INT'REST IS UP AND THE STOCK MARKET'S DOWN
AND YOU ONLY GET MUGGED IF YOU GO DOWN TOWN
I LIVE BACK IN THE WOODS YOU SEE
MY WOMAN AND THE KIDS AND THE DOGS AND ME
I'VE GOT A SHOTGUN RIFLE AND A FOUR WHEEL DRIVE
AND A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE, COUNTRY FOLKS CAN SURVIVE
I CAN PLOW A FEILD ALL DAY LONG,
I CAN CATCH CATFISH FROM DUSK TIL' DAWN
WE MAKE ARE OWN WHISKEY AND ARE OWN SMOKE TOO
AIN'T TOO MANY THINGS THESE OL' BOYS CAN'T DO
WE GROW GOOD OL' TOMATOES AND HOMEMADE WINE
AND A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE, COUNTRY FOLKS CAN SURVIVE
CAUSE YA' CAN'T STARVE US OUT AND YA' CANT MAKE US RUN
CAUSE WERE THEM OLE' BOYS RAISED ON SHOTGUNS
WE SAY GRACE, WE SAY MA'AM
IF YOU AINT INTO THAT WE DONT 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 TROT LINE
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 USE TO SEND ME PICTURES OF THE BROADWAY LIGHT
AND I'D SEND HIM SOME HOMEMADE WINE
BUT HE WAS KILLED BY A MAN WITH A SWITCH BLADE 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 OLD FOURTY FIVE
CAUSE A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE, COUNTRY FOLKS CAN SURVIVE
CAUSE YA' CAN'T STARVE US OUT AND YA' CANT MAKE US RUN
CAUSE WERE THEM OLE' BOYS RAISED ON SHOTGUNS
WE SAY GRACE, WE SAY MA'AM
IF YOU AINT INTO THAT WE DONT GIVE A DAMN
WE'RE FROM NORTH CALIFORNIA AND SOUTH ALABAM'
AND LITTLE TOWNS ALL AROUND THIS LAND
AND WE CAN SKIN A BUCK WE CAN RUN A TROT LINE
AND A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE, COUNTRY FOLKS CAN SURVIVE