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Billy Dean

Thank God I'm A Country Boy

 

Thank God I'm A Country Boy

(album: Let Them Be Little - 2005)


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 raising me a family and working 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 a fiddle
When the sun's coming up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settling 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 gooding all day if I could
But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun's coming up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinking that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun's coming up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing 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
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
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 a fiddle
When the sun's coming up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Thank God I'm a country boy

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