Truemors
Day 206 of 265: a year in songs and photos
Song: Hank Williams Jr., Country Boy Can Survive
There comes a point where you cross the line from consumer whore to consumer weirdo. Todd crossed that line yesterday when he came home with this.
He finds the strangest things in the 7-11 by his office. Some of them (the sunkist cream soda) work out well, some of them, well.... I am starting to think Todd is going to end up in some backwoods town in the south, sitting on his rickety front porch with a shotgun in his hand and a spittoon by his side, daring anyone to step on his property. The guy bought a Pabst Blue Ribbon patch for his jacket. And he doesn't drink.
And now he brings this stuff home.
SNUS? First of all, that is the stupidest name for a product I've ever heard. It doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. "Hey baby, want to share some SNUS with me?" It sounds like some kind of sexual position that would end up with 40 entries on urban dictionary.
Camel promotes this as "it's not snuff, it's not chewing tobacco!" or something like that.
So what is it? Basically it's little teabags of nicotine that smell like gum. You put it in your mouth, get your nicotine fix and freshen your breath at the same time. If wanted to be teabagged, I'd....never mind.
Really. Just light a god damn cigarette and get it over with. Smoking looks a hell of a lot more dignified than walking around with a mini teabag stuck in front of your teeth and you talking like a teenager with a new retainer. Oh yea. Sexy stuff.
Says Todd: "But I'm not spitting! I'm swallowing!"
Yea. Pleasure For Wherever, indeed.
Well, the little metal container is neat. Makes a nifty little spittoon, too.
Great song, love his voice, love this video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4s0nzsU1Wg
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 down town
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 starve us out
And you cant makes 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 starve 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
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