A Well
Alife's on a farm is kind a laid
Dback,
Amuch an old country boy like
Gme can
E7hack.
It's
Aearly to rise, early in the
Dsack:
Thank
AGod I'm a
E7country
Aboy.
A
Asimple kind of life never did me no
Dharm,
Araisin' me a family andG
A workin' on a
E7farm.
My
Adays are all filled with an easy country
Dcharm:
Thank
AGod I'm a
E7country boy.
ARefrain: Well I
E7got me a fine wife, I
Agot me old fiddle.
When the
E7sun's comin' up I got
Acakes on the griddle;
and life ain't
Anothin' but a funny, funny
Driddle:
Thank
AGod I'm a
E7country boy.
AWhen 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.
