Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thank God I'm A Country Boy, artist - Billy DeanDate of issue: 28.03.2005
Song language: English
Thank God I'm A Country Boy |
| 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 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 a fiddle |
| When the sun’s comin' up I got cakes on the griddle |
| Life ain’t nothin' but a funy funny riddle |
| Thank God I’m a country boy |
| When the work’s all done and the sun’s settlin' 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 goodin 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 comin' up I got cakes on the griddle |
| Life ain’t nothin' but a funy 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 |
| Iid 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 |
| 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 comin' up I got cakes on the griddle |
| Life ain’t nothin' but a funy 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 comin' up I got cakes on the griddle |
| Life ain’t nothin' but a funy funny riddle |
| Thank God I’m a country boy |
| Thank God I’m a country boy |