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Thank God, I'm A Country Boy
John Denver & The Fat City
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Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God, I'm a country boy
Well, a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A-raisin' me a family and workin' on the farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God, I'm a country boy
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
When the work's all done, and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle, and I rosin up the bow
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
And thank God, I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God, I'm a country boy, woo
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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
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a-mighty keen
Well, son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God, I'm a country boy
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
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Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
Said, "Live a good life, play the fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy"
Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
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
And thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Woo, thank God, I'm a country boy, yes
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