Thank G-d I'm a Country Boy
Written by John Martin Sommers
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis

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|G / / C Well, life's on a farm is kinda laid back, |G / F D Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack, |G / / C | It's early to rise, early in the sack, G / D G | - Thank G-d I'm a country boy. Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm, Raising me a family and working on the farm, My days are all filled with an easy country charm, Thank G-d I'm a country boy.

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D / G / Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle, D / G / | When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle, G / D C | Life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, G / D G | - Thank G-d I'm a country boy.

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When the work's all done and the sun's setting low, I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow, The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low, Thank G-d 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 G-d 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 farming tools, Thank G-d I'm a country boy. Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine, A lotta sad people thinking that's-a mighty keen, Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean, Thank G-d 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 G-d 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 G-d I'm a country boy.

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