Loretta may have passed but a country boy can still survive

by Vanderleun on October 6, 2022

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 ’til 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 starve 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 trot line
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 43 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 .45
‘Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

‘Cause you can’t starve 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, and run a trotline
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

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TrangBang68 October 6, 2022, 4:25 PM

The whole enchilada comes tumbling down, the cities are gonna be hell on steroids. I’m too old to get out of Dodge, but I think I still got a touch of Berserker in me.

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Snakepit Kansas October 7, 2022, 5:14 AM

Shotgun, rifle & 4X4. Yep.

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Casey Klahn October 7, 2022, 6:31 AM

idk. I think looting stores en masse and in broad daylight, camping on middle class lawns, and and controlling districts with cheap and illegally obtained firearms, is also a form of “can survive”. And, on non-optimal terrain.

Maybe there ought to be a rap song with this in mind.

A city boy can survive. Yo.
Got my gold chains and my Ho
I live up in the hood you see
and just like Biden you cannot fuck with me

OK enough for now. Need more coffee if I’ma rappin.

I sometimes think about the lowland army of rednecks, and how my redoubt will be a glaciated landscape. How will they take my guns if they can’t get past my bullets?

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Larry Jones October 7, 2022, 2:33 PM

The lyrics are: “I can run a trOUt line….not trot line…just sayin…Love this song…

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- downeasthillbilly October 9, 2022, 6:57 AM
  
  Sorry Larry,
  It is in fact “trot” line – multiple baited hooks on a line stretched across a creek or bay.
  
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Casey Klahn October 8, 2022, 2:29 PM

I lives up in the hood you see
Muh Bitch and the drugs and the dogs and meeee
I got a handgun and a knife and a low wheel ride
a city boy can survive

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