D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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Am _
F _ _ _
D _ _ _ .
F _
D _ The preacher man says it's
Am the end of
G time, and the Mississippi River, she's
D a-goin' dry.
_ _ _ _ _ .
The interest is up and
Am the stock market's down, and
G you're only gettin' mugged
D if you go downtown.
_ _ _ _ _ I live back
Am in the woods, you see,
G a woman and the kids
D and the dogs and me.
_ .
I _ _ got a shotgun, a rifle,
Am 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 long.
G I can catch catfish
D from dusk till dawn.
_ Yeah.
C _
D We make our own
Am whiskey and our own smoke, too.
G Ain't too many things
D these old boys can't do.
_ _ .
_ We grow good old tomatoes and homemade
G wine, and a country
A boy can
D survive.
G Country folks
D can survive.
_ .
_ _ _ _
G Because you can't starve us
F out and you can't make us run,
C those wounded old boys
G raised on shotguns.
We say
F grace and we say ma'am,
C if you ain't into that,
G well, don't give a damn.
_ _
D We came from the West
Am Virginia coal mines
G and the Rocky Mountains
D and the western skies.
_ _ _ _ .
And we can skin a buck, we
Am can run a
G trot line,
A and a country boy can
D survive.
C Country
G folks can
D survive.
_ _ _ _ .
_ _ I had a good friend
Am in New York City.
G He never called me by my
D name, just Hillbilly.
Dm _
D _ _ _ _ .
My grandpa
A taught me how to live off the land,
G and his taught him to
D be a businessman.
_ _ _ _ He used to send me pictures
Am of the Broadway night,
G and I'd send him
D some homemade wine.
_ But _ he was killed by a man
Am with a switchblade knife.
G For 43,
D my friend lost his life.
_
G _ .
C _ _
D I'd love to spit some beats,
Am nothing that too tight.
G But shooting with my
D old .
45,.
G cause a country
A boy can
D survive.
G Country folks can
D survive.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
G Cause you can't starve us out and
F you can't make
C us run, cause wounded old boys
G raised on shotguns.
We say
F grace and we say
C ma'am, if you ain't into
G that, well, don't give a damn.
_ _
D We're from North California
Am and South
G Alabama and little
D towns all around this
Dm land.
D _ _ _ _ We can skin a buck
Am and run a trot
G line, and a country boy
A can
D survive.
G Country folks can
D survive.
G Country boy can
D survive.
C Country
G folks can
D survive.
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G _ _
F _
D _ _ .
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