Titel: Thank God I am a countryboy
Auteur: John Denver
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Well, life on a farm is kind-a laid back,
ain't much an old country boy like ma can't hack.
It's early to rise, early in the sack:
Thank God I am a country boy.
A simple kind-a life never did me no harm,
rais-in' me a family and workin' on a farm.
My days are all filled with an easy country charm:
Thank God I am a country boy.

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Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
When the sun's com-in, up I got cakes on the griddle;
And life ain't noth-in' But a funny funny riddle:
Thank God I'm a country boy.

When we work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and rosin up the bow
But 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 can and work when I should:
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 mighty keen.
Well folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
I 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 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.
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
Thank God I'm a country boy.

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