The Preacher Man Say's It's The End Of Time

The Mississippi River, She's Goin Dry

The Intrest 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 Shoutgun, 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 Till Dawn

We Make Our Own Whisky, And Our Own Smoke Too

Aint Too Many Things These Ole Boys Cant Do, No

We Grow Good Ole Tomatoes, Make Homemade Wine

A Country Boy Can Survive

And A Country Boy Can Survive

Cause You Cant Starve Us Out, Cant Make Me Run

Hey There Boy, I Got A Big Shotgun

We Say Grace, And We Say Mam

If You Aint Into That, We Dont Give A God Damn

I Had A Good Friend In N.Y. 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 Beachnut In The Dudes Eyes

Shoot Him With My Mother Fuckin 45

A Country Boy Can Survive

Cause You Cant Starve Us Out, Cant Make Us Run

Hey There Boy, I Got A Big Shotgun

We Say Grace, And We Say Mam

If You Aint Into That, We Dont Give A God Damn

Were From North California, And South Alabam

And Little Towns All Around This Land

Well I Can Skin A Buck, And Run A Trout Line

A Country Boy Can Survive

Well A Country Boy Can Survive

Survive