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Denver John

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

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back 

Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack 

Its early to rise, early in the sack 

Thank God Im a country boy 

 

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm 

A raisin me a family and workin on a farm 

My days are all filled with an easy country charm 

Thank God Im a country boy 

 

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle 

When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle 

Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle 

Thank God Im a country boy 

 

When the works all done and the suns settlin low 

I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow 

The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low 

Thank God Im a country boy 

 

Id play Sally Goodin all day if I could 

But the Lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good 

So I fiddle when I could, work when I should 

Thank God Im a country boy 

 

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle 

When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle 

Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle 

Thank God Im a country boy 

 

Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels 

I never was one of them money hungry fools 

Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools 

Thank God Im a country boy 

 

Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine 

A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen 

Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean 

Thank God Im a country boy 

 

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle 

When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle 

Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle 

Thank God Im a country boy 

 

Well, my fiddle was my daddys till the day he died 

And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side 

Said, Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride 

And thank God youre a country boy 

 

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle 

Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle 

Taught me how to love and how to give just a little 

Thank God Im a country boy 

 

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle 

When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle 

Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle 

Thank God Im a country boy 

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