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.
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, folks let me tell you 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 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:
Thank God you're a country boy.
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