Songs that speak to you

[Texan in Mexico]

On a daily basis it is one of these two -

B.B. KING lyrics - I Like To Live The Love

My song is a serious matter
It reflects what I feel
If I say I love you, I mean it
'Cause in my song
Every line is for real

Every man or woman
Enjoys going home
To a peaceful situation
To give love and receive love
Without any complications
Whether my tune is short or long
Whether my lyrics are weak or strong

I like to live the love
That I sing about in my song
I like to live the love
That I sing about in my song

Music is love
And my love is music
In perfect harmony
So when I sing
I have sung all about
The love of you and me

I never got angry with my guitar
'Cause when I strike a chord
It gives me what I wanna hear
So I'm finding out that

We are quite like my song together, my dear
Outside answers
Should always be forbidden
Problems should be solved
And never hidden

I like to live the love
That I sing about in my song
I like to live the love
That I sing about in my song

A Country Boy Can Survive - Hank 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 Markets down

And you only get mugged

If you go downtown



I live back in the woods, you see

A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me

I got a shotgun 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 till dawn

We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too

Ain't too many things these ole 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 stomp us out

And you cant make us run

Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun

And 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 coalmines

And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies

And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot line

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

Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes 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 one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun

And 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; we can run a trot line

And a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive