so then...is someone coming for my fishing pole?
“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-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”
Shwab and his boys need to come get some.