Thank God Im A Country Boy

[Verse 1]
Well,
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life on the farm is kinda laid back
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Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
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It's early to rise,    early in the sack
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I thank God I'm a country boy
Well,
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a simple kind of life never did me no harm
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Raisin' me a family and workin' on the farm
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My days are all filled with an easy country charm
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Thank God I'm a country boy

[Chorus]
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Well, I got me a fine wife,
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I got me old fiddle
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When the sun's comin' up,
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I got cakes on the griddle
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Life ain't nothin' but a funny,
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funny riddle
      A         E          A
Thank God I'm a country boy

[Verse 2]
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When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
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I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
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Kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
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And thank God I'm a country boy
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I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could
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But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
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So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
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Thank God I'm a country boy

[Chorus]
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Well, I got me a fine wife,
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I got me old fiddle
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When the sun's comin' up,
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I got cakes on the griddle
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Life ain't nothin' but a funny,
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funny riddle
      A         E           A
Thank God I'm a country boy , woo!

[Fiddle Solo 1]
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[Verse 3]
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 Well,
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I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or a jewels
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I never was one of them money hungry fools
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I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
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Thank God I'm a country boy
Yeah,
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city folk drivin' in a black limousine
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A lotta sad people thinkin' that'sa mighty keen
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Son,
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let me tell you now exactly what I mean
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Thank God I'm a country boy

[Chorus]
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Well, I got me a fine wife,
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I got me old fiddle
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When the sun's comin' up,
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I got cakes on the griddle
           F#m           E
Life ain't nothin' but a funny,
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funny riddle
      A         E          A
Thank God I'm a country boy

[Fiddle Solo 2]
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D A G E A F#m E
D A E

[Verse 4]
A
 Well,
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my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
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And he took me by the hand,
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held me close to his side
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Said, "Live a good life,
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play my fiddle with pride
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And thank God you're a country boy"
Well,
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my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
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Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
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He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
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And thank God I'm a country boy

[Chorus]
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Well, I got me a fine wife,
  A
I got me old fiddle
         E
When the sun's comin' up,
           A
I got cakes on the griddle
           F#m           E
Life ain't nothin' but a funny,
      D
funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy , yes!

[Outro]
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