Country Boy Can't Survive

Cole Swindell



One more tall pour
Don’t know what for
‘Cause it ain’t
Doing nothing ’bout your memory

Hat low, boots on
I love this song
But tonight
It’s hitting a little bit differently

Hank’s singing ’bout how to get by
Everything but five foot three, blue eyes

Push the city limits to the sticks
Close the honky tonks down at five
I could still drink and I could still fish
Get on with my backwoods way of life
Now I ain’t saying Bocephus lied
But ever since you said goodbye
I think I found the one thing
A country boy can’t survive

I can fix up a broke truck
But this time, I’m stuck
Somewhere between can’t go home
And I can’t stay here
Last thing I wanna hear is

Hank singing ’bout how to get through
Everything but me standing there in your rear view

Push the city limits to the sticks
Close the honky tonks down at five
I could still drink and I could still fish
Get on with my backwoods way of life
Now I ain’t saying Bocephus lied
But ever since you said goodbye
I think I found the one thing
A country boy can’t survive

A girl like that gettin’ gone
The kinda hurt you can’t rub dirt on
That ain’t enough
Thought I was tough, but I ain’t that strong, naw

They can push the city limits to the sticks
Close the honky tonks down at five
I could still drink and I could still fish
Get on with my backwoods way of life
Now I ain’t saying Bocephus lied
But ever since you said goodbye
I think I found the one thing
A country boy can’t survive

Yeah, I think I found the one thing
A country boy can’t survive


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