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