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Thank God I'm A Country Boy by Billy Dean
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Date : 2009-11-11 22:47:40
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[G]                              [C]                        nWell life on the farm is kinda laid back n      [G]                            [D        G]  nAin't much an old country boy like me can't hack n     [G]                           [C]  nIt's early to rise, early in the sack n      [G         D       G] nThank God I'm a country boy n       [G]                                 [C] nWell a simple kinda life never did me no harm n  [G]                       [D            G]  nA raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm n   [G]                                        [C] nMy days are all filled with an easy country charm n      [G         D       G]    nThank God I'm a country boy n n n n       [D                   C]   nWell I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle n         [D]                     [C] nWhen the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle n[G]                                     [C] nLife ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle n      [G] nThank God I'm a country boy n n nWhen the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low nI pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow nThe kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low nThank God I'm a country boy nNow I'd play Sally Goodin' all day if I could nBut the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good nSo I fiddle when I could, work when I should nThank God I'm a country boy n nChorus n nWell I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels nI never was one of them money hungry fools nI'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools nThank God I'm a country boy n nYeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine nA lotta sad people thinkin' 'That's a-mighty keen' nSon, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean nThank God I'm a country boy n nChorus n n nSolo chords change to key of A then drop back to [G] for the last verse and Chorus n n nWell, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died nAnd he took me by the hand and held me close to his side nSaid, live a good life and play my fiddle with pride nAnd thank God you're a country boy nMy daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle nTaught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle nTaught me how to love and how to give just a little nThank God I'm a country boy n nChorus n nThank God I'm a country boy
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