[00:00.00]Thank god I'm a country boy ---by John Denver
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[00:02.83]Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
[00:04.97]Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
[00:07.36]It's early to rise, early in the sack
[00:09.84]Thank God, I'm A Country Boy
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[00:12.05]Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
[00:14.63]A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
[00:17.07]My days are all filled with an easy country charm
[00:19.61]Thank God I'm a country boy
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[00:22.93]Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
[00:24.38]When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
[00:27.02]Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
[00:29.52]Thank God I'm A country boy
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[00:32.89]When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
[00:34.52]I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
[00:37.00]The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
[00:39.65]Thank God I'm a country boy
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[00:41.97]I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could
[00:44.46]But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
[00:46.86]So I fiddle when I can, work when I should
[00:49.64]Thank God, I'm a country boy
[00:51.35]
[00:52.06]Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
[00:54.27]When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
[00:57.14]Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
[00:59.84]Thank God I'm A country boy
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[01:22.50]Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
[01:24.85]I never was one of them money hungry fools
[01:27.26]I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
[01:29.95]Thank God I'm a country boy
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[01:32.32]Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
[01:34.87]A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
[01:37.39]Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
[01:39.98]I thank God I'm a country boy
[01:41.68]
[01:42.42]Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
[01:44.82]When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
[01:47.54]Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
[01:50.17]Thank God I'm a country boy
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[02:12.75]Well, my fiddle was my daddy's til the day he died
[02:15.14]And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
[02:17.71]He said...'Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
[02:20.40]And thank God you're a country boy"
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[02:22.93]My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
[02:25.39]He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
[02:27.81]Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
[02:33.25]Thank God I'm a country boy

Thank god I'm a country boy ---by John Denver

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 old 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 country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' 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 "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, work when I should
Thank God, I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old 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 country boy
Well 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 a mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old 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 country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's til 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
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy