The Wrong Trousers - Country Boy lyrics

Well you sing about moonshine and you sing about rum You sing about murder and you sing about guns You're the toughest damn thing this side of the river You get cold, cold, cold but you don't dare shiver You gotta toughen up son, you gotta toughen up soon You can't go through life just barking at the moon You gotta toughen up son, you gotta toughen up now Take a train out west and learn to furrow your brow Well I heard yesterday, I read in the papers The bank got robbed by a bunch of escapers You know it so you run down the avenue Twenty silver coins trailing right behind you You gotta toughen up son, you gotta toughen up soon You can't go through life singing fairytale tunes You gotta toughen up son, you gotta toughen up now There ain't no book around can show you how Well I was walking by the graveyard yester-noon And I saw a bunch of people crowded round a new tomb A grave, done the face nice and rough It said "not a good thief and not so tough" You should have toughened up son, you should have toughened up good You might have not been knocked down right where you stood You should have toughened up son, you should have toughened up grand It's the only way a man can survive in this land It's the only way a man can survive in this land