Thank God I’m a Country Boy

Accordi Thank God I’m a Country Boy

     
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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

I 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 the farm

My days are all filled 

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Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' 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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When the work's all done 
                       
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and the sun's settlin' low
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I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
    
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The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
      
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I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could
        
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But the Lord and my wife 
         
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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

       
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Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle
         
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
           
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Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
      
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Thank God I'm a country boy, woo

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

       
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Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle
         
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
           
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Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
      
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Thank God I'm a country boy, woo

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Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
       
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And he took me by the hand, 
        
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held me close to his side
       
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Said, "live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
          
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And thank God you're a country boy"

Well, my daddy taught me young how 
                   
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to hunt and how to whittle
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Taught me how to work to play a tune on the fiddle
   
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He taught me how to love 
           
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and how to give just a little
          
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And thank God I'm a country boy

       
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Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle
         
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
           
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Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
                       
Thank God I'm a country boy, yes

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