Lyrics Kid Rock – Country Boy Can Survive

The preacher man says it’s the end of time
The Mississippi river, she is going dry

The interest is up, and the stock market’s down
You only get mugged if you go down town

I live back in the woods you see,
My woman, my kids, and my dogs, and me

I got a shotgun, and a rifle, and a 4-wheel drive
A country boy can survive
And a country boy can survive

See, I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk ’til dawn

We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do, no

We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine
A country boy can survive
And a country boy can survive

‘Cause you can’t starve us out, can’t make me run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say «Grace», and we say «Ma’am»
If you ain’t into that, we don’t give a God damn

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me Kid Rock, he called me hillbilly

My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught him to be a businessman

He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night
I’d send him some of that homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life

I wanna spit some beechnut in the dude’s eyes
Shoot him with my motherfucking .45

‘Cause you can’t starve us out, can’t make us run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say «Grace», and we say «Ma’am»
If you ain’t into that, we don’t give a God damn

We’re from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
Well, I can skin a buck and run a trotline
A country boy can survive
Well, a country boy can survive
Survive