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
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' 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 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
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 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 I 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 Well, my fiddle was my daddy's til 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 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 nothing but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
