john denver – thank god i’m a country boy [live] lyrics
[to the audience]
(clap your hands!)
well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack
it’s early to rise, early in the sack
i thank god i’m a country boy
well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm
raisin’ me a family and workin’ on the farm
my 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 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
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, woo-hoo!
well, i wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels
i never was one of them money hungry fool
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 think that’s-a mighty keen
son, let me tell you 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, yes sir!
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, play my fiddle with pride
and thank god you’re 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
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
wooh! thank god i’m a country boy, yea!
[to the audience]
(john sommers played the fiddle and he wrote that song!)
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