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Thank God I'm A Country Boy by Billy Dean Submitter : Date : 2009-11-11 22:47:40 Views Today : 1 Total Views : 75
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#-------------------------------PLEASE NOTE-------------------------------------#
# This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
# song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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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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