A Country Boy Can Survive Chords by Hank Williams, Jr
Tempo:
75.25 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Am
C
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [Am] [F] [D]
[F] [D] The preacher man says it's [Am] the end of time, and [G] the Mississippi River, she's [D] a-goin' dry.
The interest is up and [Am] the stock market's down, [G] and you're only gettin' mugged [D] if you go downtown.
I [Am] live back in the woods, you see, [G] my woman [D] and the kids and the dogs and me.
I got a [Am] shotgun, a rifle, and a four-wheel [G] drive, and a country [A] boy can [D] survive.
[C] Country [G] folks can [D] survive.
I can plow a [Am] field all day [G] long, I can catch catfish [D] from dusk till dawn.
[Dm] [D] [C] [D] We make our own [Am] whiskey and our own smoke, [G] too.
Ain't too many things [D] these old boys can't do.
[B] [D] We grow good old tomatoes and homemade [G] wine, and a [A] country boy [D] can survive.
[G] Country folks [D] can survive.
[G] Because you can't starve us [F] out and you can't make us [C] run, those wooden-mold-born [G] braves don't shotgun.
We say [F] grace and we say man, [C] if you ain't into that, [G] well, don't give a damn.
[D] We came from the West [Am] Virginia coal [G] mines and the Rocky Mountains [D] and the western skies.
And we can skin a buck, [Am] we can run a trot line, [G] and a country [A] boy can [D] survive.
[C] Country [G] folks can [D] survive.
I had a good friend in New [Am] York City, [G] he never called me by my [D] name, just Hillbilly.
[Dm] [D]
My grandpa taught me [A] how to live off the land, [G] and his taught him to [D] be a businessman.
[Dm] [D] He used to send me pictures [A] of the Broadway [G] nights, and I'd send him [D] some homemade wine.
But he was killed by a [Am] man with a switchblade knife.
[G] For $43, [D] my friend lost his life.
[C] [D] I'd love to spit some beech [Am] nut in that dude's [G] eyes and shoot him with [D] my old .45,
[G] cause a country [A] boy can [Am] survive.
[D]
Country [G] folks can [Dm] survive.
[D]
[G] Cause you can't stop us out [F] and you can't make us [C] run, those wooden-mold boys [G] raise their own shotgun.
We say [F] grace and we say man, [C] if you ain't into that, [G] well, don't give a damn.
[D]
We're from North California [Am] and South Alabama, [G] and little towns all [D] around this [Dm] land.
[D] And we can skin a buck, [Am] and run a trot line, [G] and a country [D] boy can survive.
Country [G] folks can survive.
[D] Country [G] boy can [D] survive.
Country folks can survive.
[G] [F] [D]
[F] [D] The preacher man says it's [Am] the end of time, and [G] the Mississippi River, she's [D] a-goin' dry.
The interest is up and [Am] the stock market's down, [G] and you're only gettin' mugged [D] if you go downtown.
I [Am] live back in the woods, you see, [G] my woman [D] and the kids and the dogs and me.
I got a [Am] shotgun, a rifle, and a four-wheel [G] drive, and a country [A] boy can [D] survive.
[C] Country [G] folks can [D] survive.
I can plow a [Am] field all day [G] long, I can catch catfish [D] from dusk till dawn.
[Dm] [D] [C] [D] We make our own [Am] whiskey and our own smoke, [G] too.
Ain't too many things [D] these old boys can't do.
[B] [D] We grow good old tomatoes and homemade [G] wine, and a [A] country boy [D] can survive.
[G] Country folks [D] can survive.
[G] Because you can't starve us [F] out and you can't make us [C] run, those wooden-mold-born [G] braves don't shotgun.
We say [F] grace and we say man, [C] if you ain't into that, [G] well, don't give a damn.
[D] We came from the West [Am] Virginia coal [G] mines and the Rocky Mountains [D] and the western skies.
And we can skin a buck, [Am] we can run a trot line, [G] and a country [A] boy can [D] survive.
[C] Country [G] folks can [D] survive.
I had a good friend in New [Am] York City, [G] he never called me by my [D] name, just Hillbilly.
[Dm] [D]
My grandpa taught me [A] how to live off the land, [G] and his taught him to [D] be a businessman.
[Dm] [D] He used to send me pictures [A] of the Broadway [G] nights, and I'd send him [D] some homemade wine.
But he was killed by a [Am] man with a switchblade knife.
[G] For $43, [D] my friend lost his life.
[C] [D] I'd love to spit some beech [Am] nut in that dude's [G] eyes and shoot him with [D] my old .45,
[G] cause a country [A] boy can [Am] survive.
[D]
Country [G] folks can [Dm] survive.
[D]
[G] Cause you can't stop us out [F] and you can't make us [C] run, those wooden-mold boys [G] raise their own shotgun.
We say [F] grace and we say man, [C] if you ain't into that, [G] well, don't give a damn.
[D]
We're from North California [Am] and South Alabama, [G] and little towns all [D] around this [Dm] land.
[D] And we can skin a buck, [Am] and run a trot line, [G] and a country [D] boy can survive.
Country [G] folks can survive.
[D] Country [G] boy can [D] survive.
Country folks can survive.
[G] [F] [D]
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[D] _ _ [Am] _ [F] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [F] _ [D] _ The preacher man says it's [Am] the end of time, and [G] the Mississippi River, she's [D] a-goin' dry. _ _ _ _
_ The interest is up and [Am] the stock market's down, [G] and you're only gettin' mugged [D] if you go downtown. _ _ _ _ _
I [Am] live back in the woods, you see, [G] my woman [D] and the kids and the dogs and me.
_ _ _ I got a [Am] shotgun, a rifle, and a four-wheel [G] drive, and a country [A] boy can [D] survive.
[C] Country [G] folks can [D] survive. _ _ _ _ _ _
I can plow a [Am] field all day [G] long, I can catch catfish [D] from dusk till dawn.
[Dm] _ [D] _ _ [C] _ [D] We make our own [Am] whiskey and our own smoke, [G] too.
Ain't too many things [D] these old boys can't do. _
[B] _ _ [D] _ We grow good old tomatoes and homemade [G] wine, and a [A] country boy [D] can survive.
[G] Country folks [D] can survive.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Because you can't starve us [F] out and you can't make us [C] run, those wooden-mold-born [G] braves don't shotgun.
We say [F] grace and we say man, [C] if you ain't into that, [G] well, don't give a damn.
_ _ [D] We came from the West [Am] Virginia coal [G] mines and the Rocky Mountains [D] and the western skies. _ _ _
_ And we can skin a buck, [Am] we can run a trot line, [G] and a country [A] boy can [D] survive.
[C] Country [G] folks can [D] survive. _ _ _
_ _ _ I had a good friend in New [Am] York City, [G] he never called me by my [D] name, just Hillbilly.
[Dm] _ [D] _ _ _
_ My grandpa taught me [A] how to live off the land, [G] and his taught him to [D] be a businessman.
[Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ He used to send me pictures [A] of the Broadway [G] nights, and I'd send him [D] some homemade wine.
_ _ _ _ _ But he was killed by a [Am] man with a switchblade knife.
[G] For $43, [D] my friend lost his life. _
[C] _ _ _ [D] I'd love to spit some beech [Am] nut in that dude's [G] eyes and shoot him with [D] my old .45,
[G] cause a country [A] boy can [Am] survive.
[D]
Country [G] folks can [Dm] survive.
[D] _ _ _ _
_ [G] Cause you can't stop us out [F] and you can't make us [C] run, those wooden-mold boys [G] raise their own shotgun.
_ We say [F] grace and we say man, [C] if you ain't into that, [G] well, don't give a damn.
_ _ [D]
We're from North California [Am] and South Alabama, [G] and little towns all [D] around this [Dm] land.
[D] _ _ _ _ And we can skin a buck, [Am] and run a trot line, [G] and a country [D] boy can survive.
Country [G] folks can survive.
[D] Country [G] boy can [D] survive.
Country folks can survive.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ [D] _
_ [F] _ [D] _ The preacher man says it's [Am] the end of time, and [G] the Mississippi River, she's [D] a-goin' dry. _ _ _ _
_ The interest is up and [Am] the stock market's down, [G] and you're only gettin' mugged [D] if you go downtown. _ _ _ _ _
I [Am] live back in the woods, you see, [G] my woman [D] and the kids and the dogs and me.
_ _ _ I got a [Am] shotgun, a rifle, and a four-wheel [G] drive, and a country [A] boy can [D] survive.
[C] Country [G] folks can [D] survive. _ _ _ _ _ _
I can plow a [Am] field all day [G] long, I can catch catfish [D] from dusk till dawn.
[Dm] _ [D] _ _ [C] _ [D] We make our own [Am] whiskey and our own smoke, [G] too.
Ain't too many things [D] these old boys can't do. _
[B] _ _ [D] _ We grow good old tomatoes and homemade [G] wine, and a [A] country boy [D] can survive.
[G] Country folks [D] can survive.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Because you can't starve us [F] out and you can't make us [C] run, those wooden-mold-born [G] braves don't shotgun.
We say [F] grace and we say man, [C] if you ain't into that, [G] well, don't give a damn.
_ _ [D] We came from the West [Am] Virginia coal [G] mines and the Rocky Mountains [D] and the western skies. _ _ _
_ And we can skin a buck, [Am] we can run a trot line, [G] and a country [A] boy can [D] survive.
[C] Country [G] folks can [D] survive. _ _ _
_ _ _ I had a good friend in New [Am] York City, [G] he never called me by my [D] name, just Hillbilly.
[Dm] _ [D] _ _ _
_ My grandpa taught me [A] how to live off the land, [G] and his taught him to [D] be a businessman.
[Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ He used to send me pictures [A] of the Broadway [G] nights, and I'd send him [D] some homemade wine.
_ _ _ _ _ But he was killed by a [Am] man with a switchblade knife.
[G] For $43, [D] my friend lost his life. _
[C] _ _ _ [D] I'd love to spit some beech [Am] nut in that dude's [G] eyes and shoot him with [D] my old .45,
[G] cause a country [A] boy can [Am] survive.
[D]
Country [G] folks can [Dm] survive.
[D] _ _ _ _
_ [G] Cause you can't stop us out [F] and you can't make us [C] run, those wooden-mold boys [G] raise their own shotgun.
_ We say [F] grace and we say man, [C] if you ain't into that, [G] well, don't give a damn.
_ _ [D]
We're from North California [Am] and South Alabama, [G] and little towns all [D] around this [Dm] land.
[D] _ _ _ _ And we can skin a buck, [Am] and run a trot line, [G] and a country [D] boy can survive.
Country [G] folks can survive.
[D] Country [G] boy can [D] survive.
Country folks can survive.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ [D] _
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