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Thank God I'm a Country Boy

John Denver

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1. Well life on a farm is kinda laid back, Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack.

2. When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow.

3. I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels, I never was one of them money hungry fools.

4. Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died, And he took me by the hand and held me

close to his side.

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1. It's early to rise, early in the sack: Thank God I'm a country boy.

2. But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low: Thank God I'm a country boy.

3. I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools: Thank God I'm a country boy.

4. He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride," Thank God I'm a country boy.

 

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1. A simple kind of life never did me no harm, Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm.

2. I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I could, But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.

3. Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine, A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.

4. 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.

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1. My days are all filled with an easy country charm: Thank God I'm a country boy.

2. So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should: Thank God I'm a country boy.

3. Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean: Thank God I'm a country boy.

4. He taught me how to love and how to give just a little: Thank God I'm a country boy.

 

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Well I got me a fine wife, I got an old fiddle.

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

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          Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:

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          Thank God I'm a country boy.