Lyrics of a song John Denver - Thank God I'm A Country Boy

A Well^Alife's on a farm is kind a laid^Dback,
^Amuch an old country boy like^Gme can^E7hack.
It's^Aearly to rise, early in the^Dsack:
Thank^AGod I'm a^E7country^Aboy.

A^Asimple kind of life never did me no^Dharm,
^Araisin' me a family andGA workin' on a^E7farm.
My^Adays are all filled with an easy country^Dcharm:
Thank^AGod I'm a^E7country boy.^A

Refrain: Well I^E7got me a fine wife, I^Agot me old fiddle.
When the^E7sun's comin' up I got^Acakes on the griddle;
and life ain't^Anothin' but a funny, funny^Driddle:
Thank^AGod I'm a^E7country boy.^A

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.

Ref.

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.

Ref.

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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