Thank God Im A Country Boy
by John DenverTranspose
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Verse 1
Well
life's on a farm is kinda laid
back,
ain't
much an old country boy like
me can
hack.
It's
early to rise, early in the
sack:
Thank
God I'm a
country boy.
A
simple kind of life never did me no
harm,
raisin' me a family and
workin' on a
farm.
My
days are all filled with an easy country
charm:
Thank
God I'm a
country boy.
Chorus
Well I
got me a fine wife, I g
ot me old fiddle.
When the
sun's comin' up I got c
akes on the griddle;
and life ain't
nothin' but a funny, funny
riddle:
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
.
Verse 2
When the wo
rk's all
done and the sun's settin' low
I
pull out my fiddle and I
rosin' up the
bow.
But the
kids are asleep so I keep it kinda
low:
Thank
God I'm a
country boy.
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 work when I
should:
Thank
God I'm a
country boy.
Chorus
Well I
got me a fine wife, I g
ot me old fiddle.
When the
sun's comin' up I got c
akes on the griddle;
and life ain't
nothin' but a funny, funny
riddle:
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
.
Verse 3
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 farmin'
tools:
Thank
God I'm a
country boy.
Yeah,
city folk drivin in a black limou
sine,
A
lotta sad people thinkin'
that's mighty
keen.
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I
mean
I thank
God I'm a
country boy.
Chorus
Well I
got me a fine wife, I g
ot me old fiddle.
When the
sun's comin' up I got c
akes on the griddle;
And life ain't
nothin' but a funny, funny
riddle:
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
.
Verse 4
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.
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 you're a
country boy.
Chorus
Well I
got me a fine wife, I
got me old fiddle.
When the
sun's comin' up I got c
akes on the griddle;
and life ain't
nothin' but a funny, funny
riddle:
Thank
God I'm a
country boy
.
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