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Thank God I’m A Country Boy

John Denver



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A Welllife’s on a farm is kind a laidback,
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much an old country boy likeme canhack.
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It’searly to rise, early in thesack:
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ThankGod I’m acountryboy.

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Asimple kind of life never did me noharm,
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raisin’ me a family andGraisin’ me a family andGfarm.
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Mydays are all filled with an easy countrycharm:
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ThankGod I’m acountry boy.

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Refrain: Well Igot me a fine wife, Igot me old fiddle.
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	 When thesun’s comin’ up I gotcakes on the griddle;
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	 and life ain’tnothin’ but a funny, funnyriddle:
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	 ThankGod I’m acountry boy.

When the work’s all done and the sun’s settin’ low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin’ up the bow.
But 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:
Thank God I’m a country boy.

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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 farmin’ tools:
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine,
a lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s mighty keen.
Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
I thank God I’m a country boy.

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Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died,
and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride, 
and thank God you’re a country boy

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 how to give just a little:
Thank God you’re a country boy. 

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