A Country Boy Can Survive

[Angel Tarragon]

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole 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 starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

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Sorry, I had to get that out of my system.

 

[jaerdaph]

Dahlin' I love ya but give me Park Avenue! - Green Acres Theme Song

 

[Kmart Kommando]

not bad, but you're off a bit

 

[Vraille Darkfang]

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family and workin on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the works all done and the sun's settlin low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy