Thank God I'm Country Boy Lyrics - John Denver

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 

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 a farm 

My days are all filled with an easy country charm 

Thank God I'm a country boy 

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

When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle 

Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle 

Thank God I'm a country boy 

When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low 

I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow 

The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low 

And thank God I'm a country boy 

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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, work when I should 

And thank God I'm a country boy 

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

When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle 

Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle 

Thank God I'm a country boy, whoo hoo! 

(Music) 

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels 

I never was one of them money hungry fools 

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 a-mighty keen 

Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean 

Thank God I'm a country boy 

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

When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle 

Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle 

Thank God I'm a country boy, yes sir! 

(Music) 

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died 

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

Said, "Live a good life, play the fiddle with pride 

and thank God you're a country boy" 

Well 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-- 

And thank God I'm a country boy 

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

When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle 

Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle 

Whoo! Thank God I'm a country boy, yeah!