Thank God I'm A Country Boy

John Denver

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  S1:
  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 

  I thank God I'm a country boy
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  S2:
  Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm 

  Raisin' me a family and workin' on the farm 

  My days are all filled with an easy country charm 

  Thank God I'm a country boy
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  R1:
  Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my 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
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  S3:
  When the work's all done and the sun is 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
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  S4:
  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
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  R1:
  Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my 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
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  S5:
  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 farmin' tools 

  Thank God I'm a country boy
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  S6:
  Yeah, city folks drivin' in a black limousine 

  A lotta sad people think that's mighty keen 

  Son, let me tell you exactly what I mean 

  Thank God I'm a country boy
• EAEAADEAAF♯miE
  R1:
  Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my 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
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  S7:
  Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died 

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

  He said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride 

  And thank God you're a country boy"
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  S8:
  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 I'm a country boy
• EAEAADEAAF♯miE
  R1:
  Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my 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
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