"Your reading comprehension needs work."
Your freedom comprehension needs work, son.
"Nobody ever said "you're not allowed to leave the house"."
It wouldn't matter if they did. I do what the hell I want, when I want.
"It may have been suggested that everyone stay home, but not mandated."
Better check yerself, son. He banned driving on all roads in the dadgum state. That's a mandate. Wake up.
And mandates from some political schmuck might scare the hell out of you son, but they don't mean nothin' to me. I'm my own man. I do as I dam well please.
"... you could still walk to the store..."
Heh,heh,heh... you really are a city boy, aint'cha son? I'd have to walk up out of this holler, down the mountain and ten miles to the nearest store, son.
Uh-uh, ain't happenin', I'll be drivin' when I go. Mandate or no mandate, don't make me no nevermind no how neither way.
I live back in the woods, you see
A 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 till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ol' boys can’t do
We grow good ol' tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant make us run
Cuz we're them old boys raised on shotguns
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a dam
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 Beech-Nut in that dude's eye
And shoot him with my ol' 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
Cuz we're them old boys raised on shotguns
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a dam
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
-Hank Jr