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Thank God I’m a Country Boy

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Well, life on a 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 kind of life never did me no harm,
Raising me a family and working on the 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 coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy.

When the work’s all done and the sun’s setting low,
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I’m a country boy.

I’d play Sally Gooding 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.

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, 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 farming tools
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine,
A lotta sad people thinking that’s-a mighty keen.
Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy.

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.
He said, “Live a good life, play the fiddle with pride,
Thank God you’re 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 I’m a country boy.

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy.

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