Thank God I'm a Country Boy
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
Early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy
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 a 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 settlin' 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 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 work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
Thank God I'm a country boy
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and 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
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black Limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Now folks, 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 a 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
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride"
Thank God I'm a country boy
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
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
Thank God I'm a country boy
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
Early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy
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 a 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 settlin' 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 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 work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
Thank God I'm a country boy
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and 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
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black Limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Now folks, 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 a 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
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride"
Thank God I'm a country boy
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
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
Thank God I'm a country boy
Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Evans, Jesse Frasure, John Martin Sommers
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