John Denver — Tom E
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Well life's on a farm is kinda laid back,
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ain't much an old country boy like me can 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 workin' on a 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.
[Chorus]
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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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and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
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Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Verse 2]
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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 I 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 lord and my wife 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.
[Chorus]
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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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and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
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Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Verse 3]
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I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
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I never was one of them 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 folk drivin in a black limou sine,
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A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.
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Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
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I thank God I'm a country boy.
[Chorus]
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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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And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
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Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Verse 4]
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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 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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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 you're a country boy.
[Chorus]
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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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and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
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Thank God I'm a country boy.