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Well life's on a farm is kinda laid back, |
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ain't much an old country boy like me can hack. |
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It's early to rise, early in the sack: |
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Thank God I'm a country boy. |
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Well,A simple kind of life never did me no harm, |
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raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm. |
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My days are all filled with an easy country charm: |
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Thank God I'm a country boy. |
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Well,I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. |
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle; |
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and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle: |
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Thank God I'm a country boy. |
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When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low |
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I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow. |
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But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low: |
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Thank God I'm a country boy. |
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I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could, |
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but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good. |
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So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should: |
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Thank God I'm a country boy. |
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Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. |
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle; |
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and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle: |
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Thank God I'm a country boy. |
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Well,I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels, |
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I never was one of them money hungry fools. |
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I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools: |
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Thank God I'm a country boy. |
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Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limou sine, |
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a lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen. |
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Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean: |
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I thank God I'm a country boy. |
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Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. |
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle; |
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and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle: |
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Thank God I'm a country boy. |
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Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died, |
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and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side. |
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He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride, |
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and thank God you're a country boy. |
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Well,My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle, |
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he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle. |
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He taught me how to love and how to give just a little: |
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Thank God I'm a country boy. |
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Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. |
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle; |
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and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle: |
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Thank God I'm a country boy. |
