The preacher man say's it's the end of time
  The Mississippi river, she's going dry
  The interest is up, and the stock market's down
  You only get mugged if you go down town
  I live back in the woods you see,
  My woman, my kids, and my dogs, and me
  I got a shotgun, and a rifle, and a 4 wheel drive
  A Country boy can survive
  And a Country boy can survive
  See, i can plow a field all day long
  I can catch catfish, from dusk till dawn
  We make our own whisky, and our own smoke too
  Aint too many things these ole boys cant do, no
  We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine
  A Country boy can survive
  And a Country boy can survive
  Cause you cant starve us out, cant make me run
  Hey there boy, i got a big shotgun
  We say grace, and we say Mam
  If you aint into that, we don't give a God damn
  I had a good friend in N.Y. city
  He never called me Kid Rock, he called me hillbilly
  My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
  His taught him to be a businessman
  He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night
  I'd send him some of that homemade wine
  But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
  For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
  I wanna spit some beechnut in the dudes eyes
  Shoot him with my mother fuckin 45
  A country boy can survive
  Cause you cant starve us out, cant make us run
  Hey there boy, i got a big shotgun
  We say grace, and we say Mam
  If you Ain't into that, we don't give a God damn
  Were from North California, and South Alabama
  And little towns all around this land
  Well i can skin a buck, and run a trout line
  A Country boy can survive
  Well a Country boy can survive
  Survive