|John Denver||[-] Transpozice [+] Tisk textu  |
Thank God I’m A Country Boy
A DA Welllife’s on a farm is kind a laidback, A G E7much an old country boy likeme canhack. A DIt’searly to rise, early in thesack: A E7 AThankGod I’m acountryboy. A DAsimple kind of life never did me noharm, A A E7raisin’ me a family andGraisin’ me a family andGfarm. A DMydays are all filled with an easy countrycharm: A E7 AThankGod I’m acountry boy. E7 ARefrain: Well Igot me a fine wife, Igot me old fiddle. E7 AWhen thesun’s comin’ up I gotcakes on the griddle; A Dand life ain’tnothin’ but a funny, funnyriddle: A E7 AThankGod 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. Ref. 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. Ref. 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. Ref.