Název skladby
    
Interpret, skladatel
    
Část textu písně
    

Texty písní:
A B C D E F G H
I J K L M N O P
Q R S T U V W X
Y Z ...

Interpreti:
A B C D E F G H
I J K L M N O P
Q R S T U V W X
Y Z ...



John Denver [-] Transpozice [+]   Tisk textu     


Thank God I'm A Country Boy

John Denver



Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm 
A raisin' me a family and workin' 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 old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's al done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it knda 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, work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
 
Well I got me a fine wife  I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
 
Well I would'nt 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
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife  I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy

Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Oh, thank God I'm a country boy, yeah