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    31 May 2010

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    Preacher Man

    In the words of Hank Williams Jr>

    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 (southern) boy can survive. Country (southern) 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 boys can't do.
    We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
    and country (southern) boy can survive, country (southern) folk can survive.

    Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run, cause we're them ole boys 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 (southern) boy can survive, country (southern) 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 (southern) boy 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 boys 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 (southern) boy can survive,
    country (southern)folks can survive,
    country (southern) boy can survive,
    country (southern) folks can survive.

    Cecil Copeland

    "If you're from the South, right now you're probably pitying me." You are absolutely correct in that, man ....

    I've had friends that moved from here (Atlanta) up to New York and New Jersey .... they "changed" .... THEY say they didn't change, but EVERYONE saw the change. Moving up north (and, particularly, THAT north) took the "South" out of them ... and that was a sad thing to see.

    Best of luck in the move ...

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