Thank God Im A Country Boy
by John DenverTranspose
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A cappella until the second verse.
2/4 time
Extra 2 beats of D on 3rd line of verses, choruses and solos.
Verse 1
Well,
life on a farm is kinda laid
back
Ain't
much an old country boy like
me can't
hack
It's
early to rise, e
arly in the
sack
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
Verse 2
A
simple kind of life never did me no
harm
Raisin' me a family and
workin' on a
farm
My
days are all f
illed with an
easy country
charm
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
Chorus
Well, I
got me a fine wife, I
got me old fiddle
When the
sun's comin' up I got
cakes on the griddle
And
life ain't
nothin' but a
funny, funny r
iddle
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
Verse 3
When the
work's all done and the sun's settin' l
ow
I
pull out my fiddle and I r
osin' up the b
ow
But the
kids are a
sleep so I
keep it kinda
low
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
Verse 4
I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I
could
But the
lord and my wife wouldn't
take it very
good
So I
fiddle when I
can and I w
ork when I s
hould
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
Chorus
Well, I
got me a fine wife, I
got me old fiddle
When the
sun's comin' up I got
cakes on the griddle
And
life ain't n
othin' but a
funny, funny r
iddle
Thank
God I'm a
country
boy
Solo
Verse 5
Well, I
wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or
jewels
I
never was one of them
money hungry
fools
I'd
rather have my
fiddle and my
farming
tools
Thank
God I'm a
country
boy
Verse 6
Yeah,
city folk drivin' in a black limou
sine
A lotta
sad people thinkin'
that's mighty
keen
Well,
son let me
tell you now e
xactly what
I mean
I thank
God I'm a
country
boy
Chorus
Well, I
got me a fine wife, I
got me old fiddle
When the
sun's comin' up I got
cakes on the griddle
And
life ain't
nothin' but a
funny, funny r
iddle
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
Solo
Verse 7
Well, my
fiddle was my daddy's till the day he
died
And he
took me by the hand and held me
close to his
side
He said: "
Live a good
life and play my
fiddle with
pride
And thank
God you're a
country boy
Verse 8
My daddy
taught me young how to hunt and how to
whittle
He
taught me how to work and play a
tune on the
fiddle
He
taught me how to
love and how to
give just a
little
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
Chorus
Well, I
got me a fine wife, I
got me old fiddle
When the
sun's comin' up I got
cakes on the griddle
And
life ain't
nothin' but a
funny, funny
riddle
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
Yeehaw!
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