[intro][Deep voice] Reaper came and went, but a country boy wont die ⸻ (Verse 1) Well the Reaper came a-walkin’ down a red dirt road, *(“Here he comes now…”) * Black boots dusty, carryin’ his heavy load. (“Long day, ain’t it?”) Said he’d seen a lotta battles, taken down a lotta men, But he’d never met a Southern boy who wouldn’t rise again. (“We get back up!” / “Every time!”) (Pre-Chorus) He tried the heat, he tried the storms, (“Ain’t enough!”) Tried whiskey, snakes, and heartbreak worn— (“Still standin’!”) But every time he thought he’d won, He saw us standin’ in the sun. (“Shinin’ bright, baby!”) ⸻ (Chorus) So he hung his hat up on a live oak tree, (“Yeah he did!”) Said “Lord above, they’re tougher than they oughta be.” (“You ain’t lyin’!”) Tipped his scythe and said, “I’m tired o’ tryin’, boy,” ’Cause no one can kill a Southern boy. (“Too strong!” / “Yee-yee!”) Yeah, Death packed up ’n walked away, (“Bye, Reaper!”) Said “I quit this job today.” (“Throw in the towel, son!”) Ain’t no use swingin’ that ol’ blade, When a Southern boy just can’t be laid… To rest—no, he just keeps on livin’, So the Reaper just gave up tryin’. (“Still breathin’!” / “Mm-hmm!”) ⸻ (Verse 2) He watched us barefoot fishin’ in the river bend, (“Catchin’ dinner!”) Watched a tractor flip—Joe got up and laughed again. (“Walk it off, Joe!”) Lightning struck the porch—Mama said, “That all you got?” Reaper muttered, “I swear these folks are built of steel and shot.” (“Built different!”) ⸻ (Bridge) Now he’s sittin’ on a porch somewhere, drinkin’ sweet iced tea, (“Sip it slow, Reaper!”) Sayin’, “Heaven help the devil if he sets a Southern spirit free.” ’Cause we fight like hell, we love real hard, And we outlast every scar. (“Ain’t no quit!”) ⸻ (Final Chorus) So he hung his hat up on a live oak tree, (“Hang it high!”) Said “Them Southern boys ain’t dyin’, least not from me.” (“Tell ’em again!”) Tipped his scythe and said, “I’m tired o’ tryin’, boy,” ’Cause no one can kill a Southern boy. (“Never have, never will!”) Yeah, Death hit the road and called it fate— (“Time to retire!”) Said, “Y’all can meet me at the pearly gate.” (“Take your time gettin’ there!”) But till then, we’ll keep on ridin’ joy— ’Cause no one can kill a Southern boy. (“YEE-YEE!”) ⸻

Country Boys Dont Die