[00:00.00] 作词 : John Martin Sommers
[00:01.00] 作曲 : John Martin Sommers
[00:03.13]Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
[00:05.38]Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
[00:08.06]Its early to rise, early in the sack
[00:10.06]Thank God Im a country boy
[00:12.31]Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
[00:14.88]A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
[00:17.19]My days are all filled with an easy country charm
[00:19.81]Thank God Im a country boy
[00:21.94]Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
[00:24.50]When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
[00:27.69]Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
[00:29.94]Thank God Im a country boy
[00:31.69]When the works all done and the suns settlin low
[00:34.63]I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
[00:37.00]The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
[00:41.00]Thank God Im a country boy
[00:42.12]Id play sally goodin all day if I could
[00:43.88]But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
[00:45.94]So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
[00:48.50]Thank God Im a country boy
[00:50.69]Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
[00:54.31]When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
[00:57.38]Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
[01:00.00]Thank God Im a country boy
[01:20.00]Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
[01:22.37]I never was one of them money hungry fools
[01:24.44]Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
[01:27.00]Thank God Im a country boy
[01:29.25]Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
[01:31.31]A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
[01:33.62]Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
[01:36.62]Thank God Im a country boy
[01:38.75]Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
[01:41.68]When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
[01:44.00]Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
[01:45.87]Thank God Im a country boy
[02:07.94]Well, my fiddle was my daddys till the day he died
[02:10.43]And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
[02:13.24]Said, live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
[02:15.49]And thank God youre a country boy
[02:17.37]My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
[02:20.18]Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
[02:22.93]Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
[02:27.49]Thank God Im a country boy
[02:28.93]Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
[02:31.55]When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
[02:33.99]Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
[02:35.69]Thank God Im a country boy
[02:40.31]
[02:56.40]Thank God Im a country boy
[02:58.03]Words and music by john martin sommers

作词 : John Martin Sommers
作曲 : John Martin Sommers
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
Its early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God Im 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 Im a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
Thank God Im a country boy
When the works all done and the suns 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 Im a country boy
Id play sally goodin all day if I could
But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
Thank God Im a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
Thank God Im a country boy
Well I wouldnt 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 Im a country boy
Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God Im a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
Thank God Im a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddys till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God youre 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 Im a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
Thank God Im a country boy
Thank God Im a country boy
Words and music by john martin sommers