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Marc Roberts
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Thank God I'm a Country Boy
Well, life on a 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 A simple kinda life never did me no harm 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 old fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle And life ain't nothin' But a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's gettin' low I pull out my fiddle and I 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 I can and I 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 And life ain't nothin' But a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
Well, I got me a fine wife I got me old fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle And life ain't nothin' But a funny, 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 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
Well, I got me a fine wife I got me old fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle And life ain't nothin' But a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy.
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