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Well life’s on a farm is kinda laid back,
ain’t much an old country boy like me can hack.
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well a simple kind of life never did me no harm,
a 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 ‘ol 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 settin’ low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin’ up the bow.
Kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
And 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, work when I should
Thank God I’m a country boy.

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

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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 a mighty keen.
Son 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 old 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.

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Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died,
and he took me by the hand, held me close to his side.
Said, “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
Thank God your a country boy.

Well 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 and how to give just a little.
And thank God I’m a country boy.

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