Thank God I'm a Country Boy
John Denver
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[Versetto]A DWell life on a farm is kinda laid backA G EAin't much an old country boy like me can’t hackA E DIt's early to rise, early in the sackA E AThank God I'm a country boyA DA simple kind of life never did me no harmA G DRaisin' me a family and workin' on a farmA F#m E DMy days are all filled with an easy country charmA E AThank God I'm a country boy[Ritornello]E AWell I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddleE AWhen the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddleA F#m E DAnd life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddleA E AThank God I'm a country boy[Versetto]A DWhen the work's all done and the sun's settin' lowA G DI pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bowA F#m E DBut the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda lowA E AThank God I'm a country boyA DI'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I couldA G EBut the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very goodA F#m E DSo I fiddle when I can and I work when I shouldA E AThank God I'm a country boy[Ritornello]E AWell, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddleE AWhen the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddleA F#m E7 DAnd life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddleA E AThank God I'm a country boy[Solo]A DA G D
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[Ritornello]E AWell, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddleE AWhen the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddleA F#m E DAnd life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddleA E AThank God I'm a country boyA DYeah city folk drivin’ in a black limousineA G EA lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keenA F#m E DWell, son let me tell you now exactly what I meanA E AI thank God I'm a country boy[Ritornello]E AWell I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddleE AWhen the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddleA F#m E DAnd life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddleA E AThank God I'm a country boy[Versetto]A DWell, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he diedA G DAnd he took me by the hand and held me close to his sideA F#m E DHe said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with prideA E AAnd thank God you're a country boy[Versetto]A DMy daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittleA G DHe taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddleA F#m E7 DHe taught me how to love and how to give just a littleA E AThank God I’m a country boy[Ritornello]E AWell I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddleE AWhen the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddleA F#m E DAnd life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddleA E AThank God I'm a country boy Yeehaw![Outro]A DA G D
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