Thank God I'm A Country Boy Lyrics

Billy Dean Thank God I'm A Country Boy

Songwriters: Sommers, John Martin;

Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
Early to rise and early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy

A simple kinda life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
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 a 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 settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up my bow
Well, the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

And 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

Yeah, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
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 and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my farm, my fiddle and tools
I thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, the city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
People, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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

See, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy"

Yeah, 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, how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
I thank God I'm a country boy