Thank God I Am A Country Boy Guitar Chords & Lyrics
By John Denver · Accurate chord sheet on WokChords (Wok Chords)
Key
A
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Verse 1
Well
A
life
on a farm is kinda laid
D
back,
Ain't
A
much
an old country boy
like
G
me
can?t
E
hack,
It's
A
early
to rise,
E
early
in
D
the
sack
Thank
A
God
I'm a
E
country
A
boy
A
A
simple
kind of life never did me no
D
harm
A
Raisin'
me a family &
G
workin'
on a
D
farm,
My
A
days
are all
F#m
filled
with
an
E
easy
D
country
charm, Thank
A
God
I'm a
E
..
A
country
boy
Well I
E
got
me a fine wife, I
A
got
me old fiddle
When the
E
sun's
comin' up, I got
A
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
E
country
A
boy,
When the
A
work's
all done
and the sun's settin'
D
low,
I
A
pull
out my fiddle
and I
G
rosin'
up the
D
bow,
But the
A
kids
are a
F#m
sleep
so I
E
keep
it kind
D
a
low, Thank
A
God
I'm a
E
A
country
boy
A
I'd
play "Sally Goodin" all day if I
D
could
But the
A
lord
and my wife, wouldn't
G
take
it very
E
good
So I
A
fiddle
when I
F#m
can
and, I
E
work
when I
D
should
Thank
A
God
I'm a
E
country
A
boy,
Well I
E
got
me a fine wife,
A
I
got me old fiddle, When the
E
sun's
comin' up
I got
A
cakes
on the griddle, And
A
life
ain't
F#m
nothin'
but a
E7
funny,
funny
D
riddle,
Thank
A
God
I'm a
E
..
A
country
boy
I
A
wouldn't
trade my life, for diamonds or
D
jewels
I
A
never
was one of them
G
money-hungry
D
fools
I'd
A
rather
have my
F#m
fiddle,
and
E
my
D
farmin'
tools
Thank
A
God
I'm a
E7
country
A
boy
Yeah
A
city
folk drivin? in a black
D
limousine
A lotta
A
sad
people thinkin',
G
that's
mighty
E
keen
Well,
A
son
let me
F#m
tell
you now,
E
exactly
what
D
I
mean
I thank
A
God
I'm a
E
..
A
country
boy, Well I
E
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
E
..
A
country
boy
Well, my
A
fiddle
was my daddy's, till the day he
D
died
And he
A
took
me by the hand, and held
G
me
close to his
D
side
He said:
A
"Live a good
F#m
life,
and play my
E
fiddle
D
with
pride
And thank
A
God
you're a
E
country
A
boy,
My daddy
A
taught
me young
how to hunt and how to
D
whittle,
He
A
taught
me how to work and play
a
G
tune
on the
D
fiddle,
He
A
taught
me how to
F#m
love
and how to
E7
give
just a
D
little,
Thank
A
God
I?m a
E
..
A
country
boy
Well I
E
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
E
a
funny,
D
funny
riddle
Thank
A
God
I'm a
E
..
A
country
boy Yeehaw!