Thank God I'm A Country Boy  

 

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.

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.
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.

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.

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 mighty keen.
Well, son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
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.

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
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;
and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy.

 

 

 

 

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