Thank God I Am A Country Boy
By John Denver
Key A
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Key
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Capo:
1.0x
Thank God I Am A Country Boy
Verse 1
Well
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life on a farm is kinda laid
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back, Ain't
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much an old country boy
like
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me can?t
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hack, It's
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early to rise,
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early in
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the sack
Thank
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God I'm a
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country
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boy
A
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simple kind of life never did me no
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harm
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Raisin' me a family &
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workin' on a
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farm, My
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days are all
F#m
filled with
an
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easy
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country charm, Thank
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God I'm a
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..
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country boy
Well I
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got me a fine wife, I
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got me old fiddle
When the
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sun's comin' up, I got
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cakes on the griddle
And
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life ain't
F#m
nothin', but a
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funny, funny
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riddle
Thank
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God I'm a
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country
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boy, When the
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work's all done
and the sun's settin'
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low, I
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pull out my fiddle
and I
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rosin' up the
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bow, But the
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kids are a
F#m
sleep
so I
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keep it kind
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a low, Thank
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God I'm a
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country boy
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I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I
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could
But the
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lord and my wife, wouldn't
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take it very
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good
So I
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fiddle when I
F#m
can and, I
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work when I
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should
Thank
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God I'm a
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country
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boy, Well I
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got me a fine wife,
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I got me old fiddle, When the
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sun's comin' up
I got
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cakes on the griddle, And
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life ain't
F#m
nothin'
but a
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funny, funny
D
riddle, Thank
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God I'm a
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..
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country boy
I
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wouldn't trade my life, for diamonds or
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jewels
I
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never was one of them
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money-hungry
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fools
I'd
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rather have my
F#m
fiddle, and
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my
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farmin' tools
Thank
A
God I'm a
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country
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boy
Yeah
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city folk drivin? in a black
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limousine
A lotta
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sad people thinkin',
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that's mighty
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keen
Well,
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son let me
F#m
tell you now,
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exactly what
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I mean
I thank
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God I'm a
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..
A
country boy, Well I
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got me a fine wife,
A
I got me old fiddle, When the
E
sun's comin' up
I
A
got cakes on the griddle, And
A
life ain't
F#m
nothin'
but a
E
funny, funny
D
riddle, Thank
A
God I'm a
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..
A
country boy
Well, my
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fiddle was my daddy's, till the day he
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died
And he
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took me by the hand, and held
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me close to his
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side
He said:
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"Live a good
F#m
life, and play my
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fiddle
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with pride
And thank
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God you're a
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country
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boy, My daddy
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taught me young
how to hunt and how to
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whittle, He
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taught me how to work and play
a
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tune on the
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fiddle, He
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taught me how to
F#m
love
and how to
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give just a
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little, Thank
A
God I?m a
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..
A
country boy
Well I
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got me a fine wife,
A
I got me old fiddle
When the
E
sun's comin' up, I
A
got cakes on the griddle
And
A
life ain't
F#m
nothin', but
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a funny,
D
funny riddle
Thank
A
God I'm a
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..
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country boy Yeehaw!