Songs For My Own Enjoyment: Thank God I'm A Country Boy

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Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back  

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Ain't much a country boy like me can't hack  

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It's early to rise, early in the sack  

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Thank God I'm a country boy  

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A simple kind of life never did me no harm  

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Raisin' me a family and livin' 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  

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

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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 rosin up the bow  

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But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low  

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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 wife and my family 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  

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

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Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels  

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I never was one of those 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  

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Yeah, city folks drivin' in a black limou-sine  

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A lotta sad people think that's mighty keen  

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Well, folks, let me tell you exactly what I mean  

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Thank God I'm a country boy  

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

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Well my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died  

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And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side  

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He said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride  

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And thank God you're a country boy"  

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My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle  

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He 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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Thank God I'm a country boy  

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

G               D       G    

Thank God I'm a country boy