Song | A Country Boy Can Survive |
Artist | Hank Williams, Jr. |
Album | Hank Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Williams | |
The preacher man says it's the end of time | |
And the Mississippi River, she's a-goin' dry | |
The interest is up and the stock market's down | |
And you only get mugged if you go downtown | |
I live back in the woods you see | |
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me | |
I got a shotgun a rifle and a four-wheel drive | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
I can plow a field all day long | |
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn (Yeah) | |
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too | |
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do | |
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run | |
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns | |
We say grace, and we say ma'am | |
If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn | |
We came from the West Virginia coal mines | |
And the Rocky Mountains, and the western skies | |
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
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 | |
And his taught him to be a businessman | |
He used to 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 forty-three dollars my friend lost his life | |
I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eyes | |
And shoot him with my old forty-five | |
'Cause a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
'Cause you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run | |
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns | |
We say grace, and we say ma'am | |
If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn | |
We're from north California and south Alabam' | |
And little towns all around this land | |
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
A country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive |
zuo ci : Williams | |
The preacher man says it' s the end of time | |
And the Mississippi River, she' s agoin' dry | |
The interest is up and the stock market' s down | |
And you only get mugged if you go downtown | |
I live back in the woods you see | |
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me | |
I got a shotgun a rifle and a fourwheel drive | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
I can plow a field all day long | |
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn Yeah | |
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too | |
Ain' t too many things these old boys can' t do | |
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
Because you can' t stomp us out and you can' t make us run | |
' Cause we' re them old boys raised on shotguns | |
We say grace, and we say ma' am | |
If you ain' t into that, we don' t give a damn | |
We came from the West Virginia coal mines | |
And the Rocky Mountains, and the western skies | |
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
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 | |
And his taught him to be a businessman | |
He used to 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 fortythree dollars my friend lost his life | |
I' d love to spit some BeechNut in that dude' s eyes | |
And shoot him with my old fortyfive | |
' Cause a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
' Cause you can' t stomp us out and you can' t make us run | |
' Cause we' re them old boys raised on shotguns | |
We say grace, and we say ma' am | |
If you ain' t into that, we don' t give a damn | |
We' re from north California and south Alabam' | |
And little towns all around this land | |
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
A country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive |
zuò cí : Williams | |
The preacher man says it' s the end of time | |
And the Mississippi River, she' s agoin' dry | |
The interest is up and the stock market' s down | |
And you only get mugged if you go downtown | |
I live back in the woods you see | |
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me | |
I got a shotgun a rifle and a fourwheel drive | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
I can plow a field all day long | |
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn Yeah | |
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too | |
Ain' t too many things these old boys can' t do | |
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
Because you can' t stomp us out and you can' t make us run | |
' Cause we' re them old boys raised on shotguns | |
We say grace, and we say ma' am | |
If you ain' t into that, we don' t give a damn | |
We came from the West Virginia coal mines | |
And the Rocky Mountains, and the western skies | |
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
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 | |
And his taught him to be a businessman | |
He used to 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 fortythree dollars my friend lost his life | |
I' d love to spit some BeechNut in that dude' s eyes | |
And shoot him with my old fortyfive | |
' Cause a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
' Cause you can' t stomp us out and you can' t make us run | |
' Cause we' re them old boys raised on shotguns | |
We say grace, and we say ma' am | |
If you ain' t into that, we don' t give a damn | |
We' re from north California and south Alabam' | |
And little towns all around this land | |
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline | |
And a country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive | |
A country boy can survive | |
Country folks can survive |