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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 andGA workin’ on a^E7farm.

My^Adays are all filled with an easy country^Dcharm:

Thank^AGod I’m a^E7country boy.^A



Refrain: 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.^A



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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