Thank God I'm A Country Boy Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
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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 an ole 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 [D]country boy
When the [G]work's all done
and the sun's settlin' [C]low
I [G]pull out my fiddle and I rosin
up the [C]bow
The kids are [Em]asleep so I
[D]keep it kinda [C]low
Thank [G]God I'm a [D]country boy
[G]I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I cou[C]ld
But the [G]Lord and my wife wouldn't
[F]take it very [C]good
So I fiddle when I [Em]can,
[D]work when I [C]should
Thank [G]God I'm a country boy
Well I [D]got me a fine wife I
[G]got me an ole fiddle
When the [D]sun's comin' up I got
[G]cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a
[D]funny funny [C]riddle
Thank God I'm a [G]country boy[C][G]
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[G]Well I wouldn't trade
my life for diamonds and [C]jewels
I [G]never was one of them
money hungry [C]fools
I'd rather have my [G]fiddle and
my [D]farmin' [C]tools
Thank [G]God I'm a [D]country boy
[G]Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limous[C]ine
A [G]lotta sad people thinkin'
[F]that's mighty [C]keen
[G]Son, let me [Em]tell ya now ex
[D]actly what I [C]mean
Thank [G]God I'm a country boy
Well I [D]got me a fine wife I
[G]got me an ole fiddle
When the [D]sun's comin' up I got
[G]cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but
a funny funny [C]riddle
Thank God I'm a [D]country boy[G][C]
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Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till
the day he [C]died
And he [G]took me by the hand and held
me [F]close to his [C]side
Said, "Live a good [G]life and play
the fiddle with [C]pride
And thank [G]God you're
a country boy
My daddy taught me young how to
[C]hunt and how to whittle
[G]Taught me how to work and play
a [F]tune on the [C]fiddle
[G]Taught me how to love and how to
[D]give just a [C]little
Thank God I'm a country
boy
Well I got me a fine
wife I got me an ole fiddle
When [C]the sun's comin'
up I got cakes on the [G]griddle
Life ain't nothin'
but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy