ORIGINAL: outdoormafiaKP
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'd 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 dude's eyes
and shoot him with my 'ol forty-five cause a country boy can survive
country folks can survive
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