Billy Dean

Billy Dean - Thank God I'm A Country Boy lyrics

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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

Thank God I'm a country boy



Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm

A raisin' me a family and workin' on a 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 a fiddle

When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle

Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle

Thank God I'm a country boy



When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low

I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow

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 could, work when I should

Thank God I'm a country boy



Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle

When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle

Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle

Thank God I'm a country boy



Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels

I never was one of them money hungry fools

Iid 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

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 a fiddle

When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle

Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle

Thank God I'm a country boy



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

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

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 a fiddle

When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle

Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle

Thank God I'm a country boy

Thank God I'm a country boy
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