Susan McCann - The Nashville Years - The Susan McCann Collection, Vol. 2

Thank God I Am a Country Girl

Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country girl like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

Well, a simple kinda life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and a-workin' on the farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

Well, I try to make a fine wife, I got me own fiddle
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

When the work's all done and the sun's sinkin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are all asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

Well, I'd play Sally Goodin' all day if I could
But the Lord and my man wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

Well, I try to make a fine wife, I got me own fiddle
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

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 farm and tools
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

Yeah, city folk are drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Well, folks let me tell ya know exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

Well, I try to make a fine wife, I got me own fiddle
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
Thank God you're a Country Girl

Well, 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 to give just a little
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

Well, I try to make a fine wife, I got me own fiddle
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a Country Girl

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Writer(s): Morgan Evans, Jesse Frasure, John Martin Sommers
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