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