Thank God I'm a Country Boy — John Denver
Chords and lyrics for Thank God I'm a Country Boy by John Denver (key of A).
Verse 1
[A]Well life on the farm is kind of laid back,
Ain't much an old country boy like me can hack.
It's early to rise, early in the sack:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.
[A]A simple kind of life never did me no harm,
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm.
My days are all filled with an easy country charm:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.
Chorus
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
[E7]When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
[A]and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.
Verse 2
[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:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.
[A]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:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.
Chorus
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
[E7]When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
[A]and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.
Verse 3
[A]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:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.
[A]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:
[A]I thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.
Chorus
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
[E7]When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
[A]And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.
Verse 4
[A]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,
[A]And thank God you're a [E7]country [A]boy."
[A]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:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.
Chorus
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
[E7]When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
[A]and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E7]country [A]boy.