ARTIST: John Denver TITLE: Thank God I'm a country boy
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Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain’t much an old country boy like me cant hack
Its early to rise, early in the sack.  Thank God I’m a country boy
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
Raising me a family and working 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 suns coming up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothing but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy

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When the work is all done and the sun sets low
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I pull out my fiddle and I rosing up the bow
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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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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 a fiddle
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When the suns coming up I got cakes on the griddle
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Life aint nothing 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 and jewels
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I never was one of them money hungry fools
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I rather have my fiddle and my farming tools
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Thank God I’m a country boy

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Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine
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a lot of sad people thinking that’s mighty keen
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Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean
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Thank God I’m a country boy

Well I got me a fine ...........

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Well, my fiddle was my daddies 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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Said, live a good life and 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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Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
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Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
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Thank God I’m a country boy

Well I got me a fine ...........
Well I got me a fine ...........

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