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Country Boy Can Survive Hank Williams Jr.
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Verse:The p[D]reacher man says it’s the e[C]nd of time
And the Miss[G]issippi River she’s a g[D]oin’ dry
The in[D]terest is up and the St[C]ock Markets down
And you on[G]ly get mugged
If you g[D]o down town
Verse:I[D] live back in the w[C]oods, you see
A wom[G]an and the kids, and the d[D]ogs and me
I got a sho[D]tgun rifle and a 4-[C]wheel drive
And a coun[G]try boy can su[D]rvive
Co[C]untry folks c[G]an su[D]rvive
Verse:I [D]can plow a field a[C]ll day long
I can ca[G]tch catfish from d[D]usk till dawn
We [D]make our own whiskey and our o[C]wn smoke too
Ain’t [G]too many things these ole bo[D]ys can’t do
We [D]grow good ole tomatoes and hom[C]emade wine
And a cou[G]ntry boy can su[D]rvive
Coun[C]try folks c[G]an sur[D]vive
Chorus:B[G]ecause you can’t starve us out
A[F]nd you cant makes us run
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Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
An[G]d we say grace and [F]we say Ma’am
And if you ai[C]n’t into that we d[G]on’t give a damn
Verse:We [D]came from the West Vi[C]rginia coalmines
And the Rock[G]y Mountains and the and the we[D]stern skies
An[D]d we can skin a buck; we can ru[C]n a crop line
And a coun[G]try boy can surv[D]ive
Co[C]untry folks c[G]an sur[D]vive
Verse:I[D] had a good friend in N[C]ew York City
He[G] never called me by my name, jus[D]t hillbilly
My[D] grandpa taught me how to l[C]ive off the land
And h[G]is taught him to be a bus[D]inessman
He use[D]d to send me pictures of the Br[C]oadway nights
And I’d s[G]end him some hom[D]emade wine
Verse:But[D] he was killed by a man with a sw[C]itchblade knife
For [G]43 dollars my friend lost[D] his life
Id [D]love to spit some beechnut in t[C]hat dudes eyes
And s[G]hoot him with my old 4[D]5
Cause a cou[C]ntry boy [G]can sur[D]vive
Co[C]untry folks c[G]an su[D]rvive
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Verse:We’re[D] from North California and so[C]uth Alabam
And li[G]ttle towns all a[D]round this land
And w[D]e can skin a buck; we can r[C]un a crop line
And a co[C]untry boy ca[G]n su[D]rvive
Co[C]untry folks c[G]an su[D]rvive
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