Thank God Im A Country Boy

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Well, life on a farm is kinda laid back
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Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
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It's early to rise, early in the sack
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Thank God I'm a country boy

[Verse 2]
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A simple kind of life never did me no harm
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Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
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My days are all filled with an easy country charm
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Thank God I'm a country boy


[Chorus]
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Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
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And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
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Thank God I'm a country boy


[Verse 3]
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When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
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I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
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But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
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Thank God I'm a country boy

[Verse 4]
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I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I could
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But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
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So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
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Thank God I'm a country boy


[Chorus]
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Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
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And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
      A         E       A
Thank God I'm a country boy


[Solo]
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[Verse 5]
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Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
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I never was one of them money hungry fools
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I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools
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Thank God I'm a country boy


[Verse 6]
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Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
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A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
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Well, son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
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I thank God I'm a country boy


[Chorus]
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Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
    A          F#m           E             D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
      A         E          A
Thank God I'm a country boy


[Solo]
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[Verse 7]
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Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
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And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
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He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
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And thank God you're a country boy


[Verse 8]
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My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
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He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
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He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
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Thank God I'm a country boy


[Chorus]
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Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
         E                     A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
    A          F#m           E            D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
      A         E            A
Thank God I'm a country boy    Yeehaw!


[Outro]
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