New country song about White alienation hits #1: Oliver Anthony: “Rich Men North of Richmond” (Videos, with Lyrics)

[“Hank Williams Jr.’s ‘Country Boy Can Survive’—an Anthem of the American Resistance?”]

By Grand Rapids Anonymous
monday, august 21, 2023 at 10:23:00 p.m. edt

“(billboard) Oliver Anthony Music’s breakout viral hit ‘Rich Men North of Richmond’ debuts at No. 1 on the billboard hot 100 songs chart. among other chart achievements for the singer-songwriter, he’s the first artist ever to launch atop the list with no prior chart history in any form.

GRA: I’d never buy it, but the intensity is admirable—and I like the banjo. How it’s made it to #1 out of nowhere would be the interesting story to me. It’s obviously registered with many people—but why THIS song?

-GRA

N.S.: But he still felt obligated to pander to racist, black cut-throats, who aren’t suffering at all, and engage in cheap profanity, both of which seriously weaken his anthem:

“Young men are putting themselves six feet in the ground,
“Cause all this damn country does is
“Keep on kickin’ them down.”

“Kickin’ them down?

Hank Jr. didn’t undercut his own message with racial pandering, and he didn’t engage in cheap profanity.

Oliver Anthony: “Rich Men North of Richmond”





“Keep the Change” isn’t a serious song; it’s a musical op-ed. What follows, however, is probably the most political real country song ever made. It’s also a great song, with Cajun blues and bluegrass chords, Williams’ own powerful lyrics, and that baritone-bass voice of his, which seems to emanate from the bowels of the earth.

 

“Country Boy Can Survive” (with Lyrics)

 


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A Country Boy Can Survive
By Hank Williams Jr.

The preacher man says it’s the end of time,
And the Mississippi River, she’s a goin’ dry,
The interest is up, and the stock market’s 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, a rifle, and a 4-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 ‘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 old tomatoes,
And homemade wine,
And country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive.

Because you can't stomp 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,
And if you ain’t into that,
We don't give a damn.

We came from the
West Virginia coal mines,
And the Rocky Mountains
And the western skies.

And we can skin a buck,
We can run a trotline,
And a country boy can survive,
Country 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 businessman,
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 43 dollars, my friend lost his life,
I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dude’s eyes,
And shoot him with my old ‘45.

‘Cause a country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive.

‘Cause you can't stomp 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,”
And 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.

And we can skin a buck,
And run a trotline,
And a country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive!

Country boy can survive!
Country folks can survive!