Lyrics:

The Preacher Man Says It''s The End Of Timeand The Mississippi River, She''s A-Goin'' Drythe Interest Is Up And The Stock Market''s Downand You Only Get Mugged If You Go Downtowni Live Back In The Woods You Seemy Woman And The Kids And The Dogs And Mei Got A Shotgun A Rifle And A Four-Wheel Driveand A Country Boy Can Survivecountry Folks Can Survivei Can Plow A Field All Day Longi Can Catch Catfish From Dusk Till Dawn (Yeah)we Make Our Own Whiskey And Our Own Smoke Tooain''t Too Many Things These Old Boys Can''t Dowe Grow Good Ole Tomatoes And Homemade Wineand A Country Boy Can Survivecountry Folks Can Survivebecause You Can''t Stomp Us Out And You Can''t Make Us Run''cause We''re Them Old Boys Raised On Shotgunswe Say Grace, And We Say Ma''amif You Ain''t Into That, We Don''t Give A Damnwe Came From The West Virginia Coal Minesand The Rocky Mountains, And The Western Skiesand We Can Skin A Buck, We Can Run A Trotlineand A Country Boy Can Survivecountry Folks Can Survivei Had A Good Friend In New York Cityhe Never Called Me By My Name, Just Hillbillymy Grandpa Taught Me How To Live Off The Landand His Taught Him To Be A Businessmanhe Used To Send Me Pictures Of The Broadway Nightsand I''d Send Him Some Homemade Winebut He Was Killed By A Man With A Switchblade Knifefor Forty-Three Dollars My Friend Lost His Lifei''d Love To Spit Some Beech-Nut In That Dude''s Eyesand Shoot Him With My Old Forty-Five''cause A Country Boy Can Survivecountry Folks Can Survive''cause You Can''t Stomp Us Out And You Can''t Make Us Run''cause We''re Them Old Boys Raised On Shotgunswe Say Grace, And We Say Ma''amif You Ain''t Into That, We Don''t Give A Damnwe''re From North California And South Alabam''and Little Towns All Around This Landand We Can Skin A Buck, We Can Run A Trotlineand A Country Boy Can Survivecountry Folks Can Survivea Country Boy Can Survivecountry Folks Can Survive