Chords for Hank Williams Jr. - Country Boy Can Survive (Awaken Remix)Beat Prod.by Chandler Bouldin
Tempo:
75.4 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
D
G
F
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
And now for a car feature presentation.
[G]
[Dm]
[D] [Dm]
Country boy can survive.
[D] Country folks can survive.
[Dm] I can plow a field all day long.
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn.
We got our own whiskey and our own smoke too.
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do.
Good old tomatoes and homemade wine.
And a country boy can [D] survive.
Country folks can survive.
Can't stop us [F] out and you can't make us run.
Those [G] wooden mowing boys raised their own shotgun.
[Dm]
We say grace and we say ma'am.
If you ain't into that, well don't give a damn.
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the western sky.
We can skin a buck, we can run a trot line.
And a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
[D] [Dm]
I had a good friend in New York City.
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly.
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.
When his taught him to be a businessman.
He'd send me pictures of the Broadway nights.
And I'd send him some homemade wine.
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife.
For $43 my friend lost his life.
I love to spit some beats and nothing that do time.
But shooting with my old .45.
Cause a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
[D]
[Bb] We're from North California and [Dm] South Alabama.
And little towns all around the state.
[F] [D] Cause you can't stop [Dm] a nigga run.
With them old boys raised their own shotgun.
We say grace and we say ma'am.
If you ain't into that, well don't give a damn.
We can skin a buck and run a trot line.
But a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
Country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
[D]
[G]
[Dm]
[D] [Dm]
Country boy can survive.
[D] Country folks can survive.
[Dm] I can plow a field all day long.
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn.
We got our own whiskey and our own smoke too.
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do.
Good old tomatoes and homemade wine.
And a country boy can [D] survive.
Country folks can survive.
Can't stop us [F] out and you can't make us run.
Those [G] wooden mowing boys raised their own shotgun.
[Dm]
We say grace and we say ma'am.
If you ain't into that, well don't give a damn.
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the western sky.
We can skin a buck, we can run a trot line.
And a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
[D] [Dm]
I had a good friend in New York City.
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly.
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.
When his taught him to be a businessman.
He'd send me pictures of the Broadway nights.
And I'd send him some homemade wine.
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife.
For $43 my friend lost his life.
I love to spit some beats and nothing that do time.
But shooting with my old .45.
Cause a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
[D]
[Bb] We're from North California and [Dm] South Alabama.
And little towns all around the state.
[F] [D] Cause you can't stop [Dm] a nigga run.
With them old boys raised their own shotgun.
We say grace and we say ma'am.
If you ain't into that, well don't give a damn.
We can skin a buck and run a trot line.
But a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
Country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
[D]
Key:
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Bb
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And now for a car feature presentation. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _
Country boy can survive.
[D] Country folks can survive.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] I can plow a field all day long.
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn. _
_ We got our own whiskey and our own smoke too.
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do.
_ _ _ Good old tomatoes and homemade wine.
And a country boy can [D] survive.
Country folks can survive.
_ _ _ Can't stop us [F] out and you can't make us run.
Those [G] wooden mowing boys raised their own shotgun.
[Dm] _
_ _ _ We say grace and we say ma'am.
If you ain't into that, well don't give a damn. _ _
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the western sky.
We _ _ can skin a buck, we can run a trot line.
And a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
[D] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
I had a good friend in New York City.
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly.
_ _ _ My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.
When his taught him to be a businessman. _ _
_ He'd send me pictures of the Broadway nights.
And I'd send him some homemade wine.
_ _ But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife.
For $43 my friend lost his life.
_ _ I love to spit some beats and nothing that do time.
But shooting with my old .45.
Cause a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
[D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] We're from North California and [Dm] South Alabama.
And little towns all around the state. _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [D] Cause you can't stop [Dm] a nigga run.
With them old boys raised their own shotgun. _ _ _
_ We say grace and we say ma'am.
If you ain't into that, well don't give a damn.
_ _ _ We can skin a buck and run a trot line.
But a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
_ Country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _
Country boy can survive.
[D] Country folks can survive.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] I can plow a field all day long.
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn. _
_ We got our own whiskey and our own smoke too.
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do.
_ _ _ Good old tomatoes and homemade wine.
And a country boy can [D] survive.
Country folks can survive.
_ _ _ Can't stop us [F] out and you can't make us run.
Those [G] wooden mowing boys raised their own shotgun.
[Dm] _
_ _ _ We say grace and we say ma'am.
If you ain't into that, well don't give a damn. _ _
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the western sky.
We _ _ can skin a buck, we can run a trot line.
And a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
[D] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
I had a good friend in New York City.
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly.
_ _ _ My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.
When his taught him to be a businessman. _ _
_ He'd send me pictures of the Broadway nights.
And I'd send him some homemade wine.
_ _ But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife.
For $43 my friend lost his life.
_ _ I love to spit some beats and nothing that do time.
But shooting with my old .45.
Cause a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
[D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] We're from North California and [Dm] South Alabama.
And little towns all around the state. _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [D] Cause you can't stop [Dm] a nigga run.
With them old boys raised their own shotgun. _ _ _
_ We say grace and we say ma'am.
If you ain't into that, well don't give a damn.
_ _ _ We can skin a buck and run a trot line.
But a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
_ Country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _