Well life's on a farm is kinda laid back,
When the work's all done and the sun's settin'low
Iwouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day hedied,
ain'tmuch an old country boy likeme canhack.
Ipull out my fiddle and Irosin' up the bow.
Inever was one of them money hungryfools.
and he took me by the hand and held me close to hisside.
It'searly to rise, early in thesack:
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools:
He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
Thank God I'm acountry boy.
Thank God I'm acountry boy.
Thank God I'm acountry boy.
and thank God you're a country boy.
A simple kind of life never did me noharm,
I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if Icould,
Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine,
Mydaddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
raisin' me a family andworkin' on afarm.
but the lord and my wife wouldn'ttake it verygood.
a lotta sad people thinkin'that's mighty keen.
hetaught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
Mydays are all filled with an easy country charm:
So Ifiddle when I can and I work when Ishould:
Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
Hetaught me how to love and how to give just a little:
Thank God I'm acountry boy.
Thank God I'm acountry boy.
Ithank God I'm acountry boy.
Thank God you're a country boy.
Chorus: Well Igot 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.
