I live back in the woods, you see A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me I got a shotgun, rifle and a 4-wheel drive And a country boy can survive Country folks can survive
So I have resisted blogging. Even though my first cup of coffee in the morning is so much sweeter with the blogs I read. And now here I am. Not sure where this will go. It will be eclectic, of that I am sure of. As eclectic as my choice of music.
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
I will not lose site of the reason for the title of my blog. I am a "baby boomer". I grew up with grand parents and parents that survived the great depression and moved beyond it. But kept the best of conservation, preservation, and any "ation" that was worthwhile. My grandma washed tinfoil for reuse. She also raised chickens on a dairy farm and cooked a mean fried chicken on a Home Comfort wood stove. My grandpa was a dairy farmer and worked the sawmills. I am proud that when I was young, I asked few questions and was very watchful!
Because you can’t starve us out And you cant makes us run Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns And we say grace and we say Ma’am And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
For some time past, I felt a bit of tranquility, but lately I have lost it. I am happy with my family, always have been. But there is a chill down the back of my neck that the best goretex can't hold back.
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 Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes And shoot him with my old 45 Cause a country boy can survive Country folks can survive
I am a citizen of the sovereign state of Texas, under the umbrella of the federation of states, protected by the Constitution of the United States. And only with God's blessing.
Thanks to Hank Williams, Jr. for the words in italics!