About the Song

A Country Boy’s Song of Grit and Grace: Hank Williams, Jr.’s “A Country Boy Can Survive”

Settle in, folks, and let’s talk about a song that’s as rough-hewn and resilient as the heartwood of an oak tree. We’re talking about Hank Williams, Jr.’s “A Country Boy Can Survive,” a tune that’s been echoing through cabins, honky-tonks, and dusty highways for over forty years now. It’s a song that speaks to the soul of anyone who’s ever felt the call of the open road, the grit of hard work, and the quiet strength of family and community.

Hank Williams, Jr., well, that’s a name that carries weight. Son of the legendary Hank Williams, Jr. inherited more than just his father’s talent. He inherited a voice that could crackle like a campfire and roar like a thunderstorm. And in “A Country Boy Can Survive,” he unleashes that voice in full force, telling a story that’s equal parts swagger and vulnerability.

The song opens with a world in turmoil. The preacher’s warning of the end, the Mississippi’s running dry, and the economy’s gone south. But Hank, Jr.’s country boy ain’t fazed. He’s got his woman, his kids, his dogs, and a whole lot of land. He’s got a shotgun, a rifle, and a four-wheel drive that’ll get him through any storm.

“I can plow a field all day long,” he sings, his voice laced with pride and sweat. “I can catch catfish from dusk ’til dawn.” This ain’t no city slicker. This is a man who knows the rhythm of the earth, the feel of calloused hands, and the satisfaction of a hard day’s work. He’s got self-reliance in his bones and independence in his soul.

But “A Country Boy Can Survive” ain’t just about brawn. It’s about heart. Hank, Jr. may be tough as nails, but he’s got a soft spot for family and tradition. He says his grace, he calls his woman “ma’am,” and he values the simple things in life: tomatoes fresh from the garden, homemade wine, and the warmth of a crackling fire.

The song takes a poignant turn when Hank, Jr. remembers a friend lost to the harsh realities of city life. A man he sent homemade wine to, only to get a picture of Broadway lights in return. This friend, killed for a pittance on a city street, becomes a symbol of the dangers that lurk outside the familiar comfort of the country.

But even in the face of tragedy, Hank, Jr.’s spirit remains unbroken. He sings of resilience, of the strength that comes from community, from family, from the very land itself. “Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run,” he declares. “We’re them old boys raised on shotguns.”

“A Country Boy Can Survive” is more than just a song. It’s a declaration, an anthem for those who find their solace in the quiet corners of the world. It’s a reminder that strength comes in many forms, and that sometimes, all you need to weather the storms is a little bit of grit, a whole lot of grace, and a heart that beats to the rhythm of the land. So crank up the volume, folks, and let Hank, Jr. show you just how a country boy can survive.

 

Lyrics

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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 4-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
We 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 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 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 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 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 shotgun
And we say "grace" and we say "Ma'am"
And if you ain't into that we don't give a damn

We're from North California and South Alabama
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
Country boy can survive
Country folks can survive