Thank God I'm A Country Boy
John Denver
[Words and Music by John Martin Summers]
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 an old fiddle
When the sun's comin' I've got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
When the works all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and 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, work when I should
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've got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm A country boy
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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 farmin' 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
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've got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy, yes sir
---- Musical Interlude ----
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's til 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
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
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 nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy, ya |
