Casey Johnson Añadida por Casey Johnson
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| D Am |
[Verse 1]
G/B
D D Am
The preacher man says it's the end of time
G/B
And the Mississippi River,
D
she's a going dry
D Am
The interest is up and the stock markets down
G/B D
And you only get mugged if you go downtown
D Am
I live back in the woods, you see
G/B D
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
D Am
I got a shotgun and a rifle and four wheel drive
G/B Am7
And a countryboy can survive,
D C G/B D
country folks can survive
[Verse 2]
D Am
I can plow a field all day long
G/B D
I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn yeah
D Am
Make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
G/B D
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do
D Am
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
G/B Am7
And countryboy can survive,
D C G/B D
country folks can survive
[Chorus]
G/B F/C
Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
C G/B
'Cause we're them ol' boys raised on shotguns
G/B F/C
We say grace and we say ma'am
C
If you ain't into that,
G/B
we don't give a damn
[Verse 3]
D Am
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
G/B D
And the Rocky Mountains and the Western skies
D
And we can skin a buck,
Am
we can run a trot line
G/B Am7
And a countryboy can survive,
D C G/B D
country folks can survive
D Am
I had a good friend in New York City
G/B D
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
D Am
My Grandpa taught me how to live off the land
G/B D
And his taught him to be a business man
D Am
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway Nights
G/B D
And I send him some homemade wine
D Am
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
G/B
For forty three dollars,
D
my friend lost his life
D Am
I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
G/B D
And shoot him with my ol' fortyfive
G/B Am7 D
'Cause a countryboy can survive
C G/B D
Country folks can survive
[Chorus]
G/B F/C
'Cause you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
C G/B
And we're them ol' boys raised on shotgun
G/B F/C
We say grace, we say ma'am
C
If you ain't into that,
G/B
we don't give a damn
[Outro]
D Am
We're from North California and South Alabama
G/B D
And little towns all around this land
D Am
We can skin a buck and run a trot line
G/B Am7
And a countryboy can survive,
D C G/B D
country folks can survive
Am7 G/B
Countryboy can survive,
D C G/B
country folks can survive
D Am7 G/B D
| D Am |
[Verse 1]
| G/B - D - | - - - - | D - Am - |
| G/B - D - | - - - - | - - D - | Am - G/B - |
| D - - - | - - - - | D - Am - | G/B - D - |
| - - - - | - - D - | Am - G/B Am7 | D - C G/B |
| D - - - | - - - - |
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River,
she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets 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 and a rifle and four wheel drive
And a countryboy can survive,
country folks can survive
[Verse 2]
| D - Am - | G/B - D - |
| - - - - | - - D - | Am - G/B - | D - - - |
| - - - - | D - Am - | G/B Am7 D - | C G/B D - |
| - - - - | - -
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn yeah
Make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And countryboy can survive,
country folks can survive
[Chorus]
G/B | F/C C | G/B - |
| G/B F/C | C G/B | - - |
Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them ol' boys raised on shotguns
We say grace and we say ma'am
If you ain't into that,
we don't give a damn
[Verse 3]
| D - Am - |
| G/B - D - | - - - - | - - D - | Am - G/B Am7 |
| D - C G/B | D - - - | - - - - | D - Am - |
| G/B - D - | - - - - | - - D - | Am - G/B - |
| D - - - | - - - - | D - Am - | G/B - D - |
| - - - - | - - D - | Am - G/B - | D - - - |
| - - - - | D - Am - | G/B - D - | G/B Am7 D - |
| C G/B D - | - - - - | - -
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 trot line
And a countryboy 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 business man
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I 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 beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my ol' fortyfive
'Cause a countryboy can survive
Country folks can survive
[Chorus]
G/B | F/C C |
| G/B - | G/B F/C | C G/B | - - |
'Cause you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
And we're them ol' boys raised on shotgun
We say grace, we say ma'am
If you ain't into that,
we don't give a damn
[Outro]
| D - Am - | G/B - D - | - - - - | - - D - |
| Am - G/B Am7 | D - C G/B | D - Am7 G/B | D - C G/B |
| D - Am7 - | G/B - - D |
We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
We can skin a buck and run a trot line
And a countryboy can survive,
country folks can survive
Countryboy can survive,
country folks can survive
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