Lyrics Thank God I'm a Country Boy - Live Remastered - John Denver

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 and early in the sack
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
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
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
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
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, wooh
Well, 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
Yeah, city folks drivin′ in a black limousine
A lotta sad people think that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell you exactly what I mean
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
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, 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
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
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, yes