Thank God Im A Coutry Boy John Denver
(Verse 1)
[Bb]Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
[F]Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
[Bb]It's early to rise, early in the[Eb] sack
[F]Thank God I'm a country[Bb] boy
[Bb]Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
[F]A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
[Bb]My days are all filled with an easy country ch[Eb]arm
T[F]hank God I'm a country b[Bb]oy
(Chorus)
[F]Well I got me a fine wife I go[Bb]t me a fiddle
[F]When the suns comin' up I got ca[Bb]kes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny ri[Eb]ddle
[F]Thank God I'm a country b[Bb]oy
(Verse 2)
[Bb]When the works all done and the suns settlin' low
[F]I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
[Bb]The kids are asleep, so I keep it kinda [Eb]low
[F]Thank God, I'm a country[Bb] boy
[Bb]I'd play Sally Goodin' all day if I could
[F]But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
[Bb]So I fiddle when I could, work when[Eb] I should
[F]Thank God I'm a country[Bb] boy
(Chorus)
[F]Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fid[Bb]dle
[F]When the suns comin' up I got cakes on the g[Bb]riddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funy, funny ri[Eb]ddle
[F]Thank God I'm a country b[Bb]oy
[Bb]Well I wouldn't trade my life, for diamonds and jewels
[F]I never was one of them money hungry fools
[Bb]I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin'[Eb] tools
[F]Thank God I'm a country [Bb]boy
[Bb]Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
[F]A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
[Bb]Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I [Eb]mean
[F]Thank God I'm a country [Bb]boy
(Chorus)
[F]Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fi[Bb]ddle
[F]When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the g[Bb]riddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny rid[Eb]dle
[F]Thank God I'm a country [Bb]boy
[Bb]Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
[F]And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
[Bb]Said, live a good life and play my fiddle with [Em]pride
[F]And thank God you're a country [Bb]boy
[Bb]My daddy taught me young, how to hunt and how to whittle
[F]Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
[Bb]Taught me how to love and how to give just a [Eb]little
[F]Thank God Im a country[Bb] boy
(Chorus)
[F]Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fid[Bb]dle
[F]When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the g[Bb]riddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny r[Eb]iddle
[F]Thank God I'm a country[Bb] boy
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