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To: goldworldnet who wrote (425)	1/29/2005 2:23:04 AM
From: sandintoes	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 32343

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 ----- Musical Interlude ---- 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