John Denver
Thank God I'm A Country Boy
(John Martin Summers)





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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