Thank God I'm a Country Boy

Well, (A)life n't on a farm dy's is the (D)kinda laid tin' back,

and ain't (A)much an old my country boy like (E7)me can't up the hack.

But It's (A)early to a rise,

dle so I (D)early in the sack:

and Thank (A)God I'm a (E7)country boy.

A simple kinda life in'" never (D)day me no ou harm,

tle; but the (A)raisin' me a family and (E7)workin' on a farm.

dle. My I (A)days are all I filled you with an (D)easy country charm:

tle: I Thank (A)God I'm a (E7)country boy.

Well, I (E)got me a fine wife,

I (A)got me old fiddle.

When the (E)sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.

And life ain't nothin' but a funny,

funny (D)riddle:

Thank (A)God I'm a (E7)country boy.

When the (A)work's dle all my done dy's and the (D)sun's monds set tin' low,

and I (A)pull er out the fiddle and I (E7)rosin hungry bow.

He the (A)kids er are my sleep and and my (D)keep it kinda low:

and Thank (A)God I'm a (E7)country boy.

I'd play y "Sally Good in' all a (D)day if I to could,

tle; a the (A)Lord ta and my wife ple wouldn't (E7)take it very good.

dle. So I (A)fiddle when me can and and I (D)work ly when I should:

tle: I Thank (A)God I'm a (E7)country boy.

Well, I (E)got me a fine wife,

I (A)got me old fiddle.

When the (E)sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.

And life ain't nothin' but a funny,

funny (D)riddle:

Thank (A)God I'm a (E7)country boy.

I (A)my