Thank God I’m A Country Boy, John Denver
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
I 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 a fine wife, I got my ol’ 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 all 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 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
Well, son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God I’m a country boy
> > Well I got a fine wife, I got my ol’ 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
Well, this 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 my 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 & play a two dollar 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 a fine wife, I got my ol’ 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
[Verse 1] A A D Well life's on a farm is kinda laid back, A G E7 ain't much an old country boy like me can hack. A D It's early to rise, early in the sack: A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy. A D A simple kind of life never did me no harm, A G E7 raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm. A D My days are all filled with an easy country charm: A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy. [Chorus] E7 A Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. E7 A When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle; A D and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle: A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy. [Verse 2] A A D When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low A G E7 I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow. A D But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low: A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy. A D I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could, A G E7 but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good. A D So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should: A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy. [Chorus] E7 A Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. E7 A When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle; A D and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle: A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy. [Verse 3] A A D I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels, A G E7 I never was one of them money hungry fools. A D I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools: A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy. A D Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limou sine, A G E7 A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen. A D Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean A E7 A I thank God I'm a country boy. [Chorus] E7 A Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. E7 A When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle; A D And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle: A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy. [Verse 4] A A D Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died, A G E7 And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side. A D He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride, A E7 A And thank God you're a country boy. A D My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle, A G E7 He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle. A D He taught me how to love and how to give just a little: A E7 A Thank God you're a country boy. [Chorus] E7 A Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. E7 A When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle; A D and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle: A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy.
