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To: Ken Adams who wrote (3614)	10/15/2006 3:35:16 PM
From: ManyMoose	Respond to of 4641

A Country Girl Can Survive (apologies to) Hank Williams, Jr. countrygoldusa.com The preacher man says its the end of time and the Mississippi River she's a going dry. The interest is up and the stock markets 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 and a rifle and a four wheel drive and a country girl can survive. Country folks can survive. I can plow a field all day long, I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn. Make our own whiskey and our own smoke too ain't to many things these girls can't do. We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine and country girl can survive, country folk can survive. Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run, cause we're them ole girls raised on shotguns. We say grace and we say mam and if you ain't into that we don't give a damn. We came from the West Virginia coal mine's and the Rocky Mountains and the Western skies and we can skin a buck, we can run a trout line and a country girl 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 business man He used to send me pictures of the Broadway Nights and I would send him some homemade wine but he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife, for forty three dollars my friend lost his life. I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes and shoot him with my ole forty-five cause a country girl can survive, country folks can survive. 'Cause you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run, and we're them ole girls raised on shotgun. We say grace, we say mam, 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. We can skin a buck, and run a trout line and a country girl can survive, country folks can survive, country girl can survive, country folks can survive.