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Thank God I'm A Country Boy by John Denver
Thank God I'm A Country Boy
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[Verse 1]
A A D
Well life's on a farm is kinda laid back,
A G E7
ain't much an old country boy like me can hack.
A D
It's early to rise, early in the sack:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
A D
A simple kind of life never did me no harm,
A G E7
raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm.
A D
My days are all filled with an easy country charm:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Chorus]
E7 A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
E7 A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
A D
and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Verse 2]
A A D
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
A G E7
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow.
A D
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
A D
I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could,
A G E7
but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
A D
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Chorus]
E7 A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
E7 A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
A D
and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Verse 3]
A A D
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
A G E7
I never was one of them money hungry fools.
A D
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
A D
Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limou sine,
A G E7
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.
A D
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
A E7 A
I thank God I'm a country boy.
[Chorus]
E7 A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
E7 A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
A D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Verse 4]
A A D
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died,
A G E7
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
A D
He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
A E7 A
And thank God you're a country boy.
A D
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
A G E7
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
A D
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
A E7 A
Thank God you're a country boy.
[Chorus]
E7 A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
E7 A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
A D
and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
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version 2
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
A cappella until the second verse.
2/4 time
Extra 2 beats of D on 3rd line of verses, choruses and solos.
[Verse 1]
A D
Well, life on a farm is kinda laid back
A G D
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
A E D
It's early to rise, early in the sack
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
[Verse 2]
A D
A simple kind of life never did me no harm
A G D
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
A F#m E D
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
[Chorus]
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
E A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
A F#m E D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
[Verse 3]
A D
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
A G D
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
A F#m E D
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
[Verse 4]
A D
I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I could
A G D
But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
A F#m E D
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
[Chorus]
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
E A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
A F#m E7 D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
[Solo]
A D
A G D
A F#m E D D
A E A
A D
A G D
A F#m E D D
A E A
[Verse 5]
A D
Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
A G D
I never was one of them money hungry fools
A F#m E D
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
[Verse 6]
A D
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A G D
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
A F#m E D
Well, son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
A E A
I thank God I'm a country boy
[Chorus]
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
E A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
A F#m E D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
[Solo]
A D
A G D
A F#m E D D
A E A
A D
A G D
A F#m E D D
A E A
[Verse 7]
A D
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
A G D
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
A F#m E D
He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
A E A
And thank God you're a country boy
[Verse 8]
A D
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
A G D
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
A F#m E7 D
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
[Chorus]
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
E A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
A F#m E D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy Yeehaw!
[Outro]
A D
A G D
A F#m E D D
A E A A
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