Tone: [D]
Verse 1:
The [D]preacher man says it's the [Am7]end of time
And the [G]Mississippi River she's a-[D]a-goin' dry
The [D]interest is up and the stock [Am7]market's down
And you [G]only get mugged if you [D]go down town
I[D]I live back in the woods, [Am7]you see
My [G]woman and the kids and the [D]dogs and me
I got a [D]shotgun, a rifle and a [Am7]four wheel drive
And a [G]country boy [Am7]can sur[D]survive
[Am7]Country folks [G]can surv[D]survive
Verse 2:
I can [D]plow a field all day [Am7]long
I can [G]catch catfish from [D]dusk till dawn
We [D]make our own whiskey and our [Am7]own smoke too
Ain't [G]too many things these ole [D]boys can't do
We [D]grow good ole tomatoes and [Am7]homemade wine
And a [G]country boy [Am7]can sur[D]survive
[Am7]Country folks [G]can surv[D]survive
Pre-Chorus:
Because you [G]can't starve us out and you [F]can't make us run
'Cause [C]we're them ole boys raised [G]on shotguns
[G]We say grace and [F]we say ma'am
If you [C]ain't into that we [G]don't give a damn
Chorus:
We [D]came from the West [Am7]Virginia coal mines
And the [G]Rocky Mountains and the [D]Western Skies
And [D]we can skin a buck, [Am7]we can run a trot line
And a [G]country boy [Am7]can sur[D]survive
[Am7]Country folks [G]can sur[D]survive
Verse:
I [D]had a good friend in [Am7]New York City
He [G]never called me by my name, [D]just Hillbilly
My [D]Grandpa taught me to [Am7]live off the land
And [G]his taught him to be a [D]business man
He [D]used to send me pictures of the [Am7]Broadway Night
And [G]I'd send him some [D]homemade wine
But [D]he was killed by a man with a [Am7]switchblade knife
For [G]forty three dollars my [D]friend lost his life
I'd [D]love to spit some Beechnut in [Am7]that dude's eyes
And [G]shoot him with my ole .[D].45
'Cause a [G]country boy [Am7]can surv[D]survive
[Am7]Country folks [G]can sur[D]survive
Pre-Chorus:
Because you [G]can't starve us out and you can't [F]make us run
'Cause [C]we're them ole boys raised [G]on shotguns
[G]We say grace and [F]we say ma'am
If you [C]ain't into that we [G]don't give a damn
Chorus:
We're from [D]North California and South [Am7]Alabam'
And [G]little towns all [D]around this land
And [D]we can skin a buck and [Am7]run a trot line
And a [G]country boy [Am7]can sur[D]survive
Country [Am7]folks [G]can sur[D]survive
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