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Lyrics for Thank God I’m A Country Boy
By John Denver

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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 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 a fiddle
When the sun¡¯s comin¡¯ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain¡¯t nothin¡¯ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I¡¯m a country boy

When the work¡¯s all done and the sun¡¯s settlin¡¯ 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 could, work when I should
Thank God I¡¯m a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun¡¯s comin¡¯ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain¡¯t nothin¡¯ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I¡¯m a country boy

Well I wouldn¡¯t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
Iid 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
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I¡¯m a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun¡¯s comin¡¯ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain¡¯t nothin¡¯ but a funy 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
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
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 a fiddle
When the sun¡¯s comin¡¯ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain¡¯t nothin¡¯ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I¡¯m a country boy
Thank God I¡¯m a country boy