John Denver - Thank god i’m a country boy Lyrics
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| John Denver
- Thank god i’m a country boy Lyrics
Album: Rocky Mountain Collection This song appears on thirteen albums, and was first released on the back home again album. it has also been released on the greatest hits vol 2, favourites, voice of america, the rocky mountain Ction, the country roads collection and changes albums. it has been recorded for the love again album. live versions appear on the an evening with john denver, live in london, country classics, Ery best of john denver (double cd) and live at the syney opera house albums. 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 a fiddle When the sun's comin' up i got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank god i'm a country boy When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low I pull out my fiddle and i rosin up the bow The kids are asleep so i keep it kinda low Thank god i'm a country boy I'd play But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good So i fiddle when i could, work when i should Thank god i'm a country boy Well i got me a fine wife i got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up i got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank god i'm a country boy Well i wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools Iid 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 Thank god i'm a country boy Well i got me a fine wife i got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up i got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank god i'm a country boy 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 Said, And thank god you're a country boy 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 a fiddle When the sun's comin' up i got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank god i'm a country boy Thank god i'm a country boy Words and music by john martin sommers
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