A Country Boy Can Survive Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D][Am][C][D]

[Verse 1]
The [D]preacher man says it's the [Am]end of time
And the [C]Mississippi River,
she's a-[D]goin' dry
The interest is up
and the [Am]stock market's down
And you [C]only get mugged
if you [D]go downtown

[Verse 2]
[D]I live back in the w[Am]oods, you see
My [C]woman and the kids
and the [D]dogs and me
I got a shotgun, a rifle and a [Am]4-wheel drive
And a [G]country boy [A]can sur[D]vive,
[C]country folks [G]can sur[D]vive

[Verse 3]
[D]I can plow a field a[Am]ll day long
I can [C]catch catfish from [D]dusk 'til dawn
We make our own whiskey
and our [Am]own smoke too
Ain't [C]too many things
these old [D]boys can't do
We grow good ol' tomatoes
and [Am]homemade wine
And a [G]country boy [A]can sur[D]vive,
[C]country folks [G]can sur[D]vive

[Chorus 1]
Because you [G]can't starve us out
and you [F]can't make us run
'Cause [C]we're them old boys
raised [G]on shotguns
We say grace, and [F]we say ma'am
If you [C]ain't into that, we [G]don't give a damn

[Verse 4]
We [D]came from the West Vir[Am]ginia coal mines
And the [C]Rocky Mountains
and the [D]western skies
And we can skin a buck,
we can [Am]run a trotline
And a [G]country boy [A]can sur[D]vive,
[C]country folks [G]can sur[D]vive

[Verse 5]
I [D]had a friend in [Am]New York City
He [C]never called me by my name,
[D]just "Hillbilly"
My grandpa taught me how to [Am]live off the land
And [C]his taught him
to be a [D]businessman

[Verse 6]
He used to [D]send me pictures
of the [Am]Broadway nights
And [C]I'd send him
some [D]homemade wine
But he was killed by a man
with a [Am]switchblade knife
For [C]43 dollars, my [D]friend lost his life
I'd [D]love to spit some Beech-Nut
in [Am]that dude's eyes
Then [C]shoot him with my old [D].45
'Cause a [G]country boy [A]can sur[D]vive,
[C]country folks [G]can sur[D]vive

[Chorus 2]
'Cause you [G]can't starve us out
and you [F]can't make us run
'Cause [C]we're them old boys
raised [G]on shotguns
We say grace, and [F]we say ma'am
If you [C]ain't into that, we [G]don't give a damn

[Verse 7]
We're from [D]north California and [Am]south Alabam'
And [C]little towns all a[D]round this land
And we can skin a buck, and [Am]run a trotline
And a [G]country boy [A]can sur[D]vive,
[C]country folks [G]can sur[D]vive

[Outro 1]
A [C]country boy [G]can sur[D]vive
[C]Country folks [G]can sur[D]vive
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