Oh man. Those fuckers would be begging to swim back to somolia.

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 four-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 till dawn (Yeah) 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