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

Well, a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A-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

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When 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 boy

When the work's all done, and the sun's settin' 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 I work when I should
And thank God, I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me 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, woo

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 farming tools
Thank God, I'm a country boy

Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a-mighty keen
Well, son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God, I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When 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 boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
Said, "Live a good life, play the fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy"

Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
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
And thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Woo, thank God, I'm a country boy, yes



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Writer(s): John Martin Sommers
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