Thank God I'm A Country Boy chords

A Well[A]life's on a farm is kind a laid[D]back,
[A]much an old country boy like[G]me can[E7]hack.
It's[A]early to rise, early in the[D]sack:
Thank[A]God I'm a[E7]country[A]boy.

A[A]simple kind of life never did me no[D]harm,
[A]raisin' me a family andGA workin' on a[E7]farm.
My[A]days are all filled with an easy country[D]charm:
Thank[A]God I'm a[E7]country boy.[A]

Refrain: Well I[E7]got me a fine wife, I[A]got me old fiddle.
When the[E7]sun's comin' up I got[A]cakes on the griddle;
and life ain't[A]nothin' but a funny, funny[D]riddle:
Thank[A]God I'm a[E7]country boy.[A]

When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow.
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
Thank God I'm a country boy.

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 and I work when I should:
Thank God I'm a country boy.

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I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
I never was one of them money hungry fools.
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools:
Thank God I'm a country boy.

Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine,
a lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.
Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
I thank God I'm a country boy.

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

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
Thank God you're a country boy.

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