Thank God I'm a Country Boy lyrics by Billy Dean

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Thank God I'm a Country Boy by Billy Deanالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Thank God I'm a Country Boy by Billy Dean

Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
Early to rise and early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy

A simple kinda life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
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 funny 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 my bow
Well, the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

And 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 can, work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' 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 farm, my fiddle and tools
I thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, the city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
People, 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 funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

See, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy"

Yeah, 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, 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
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
I thank God I'm a country boy

Writer : JOHN MARTIN SOMMERS
Copyright : Lyrics © BMG RUBY SONGS