| Song | A Country Boy Can Survive |
| Artist | Hank Williams, Jr. |
| Album | The Pressure Is On |
| 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 |
| 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 |