Thank God, I'm A Country Boy Lyrics

(John Martin Sommers) Well, life on a farm is kind-a 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 kind-a life never did me no harm, Raising my 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 an old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got 'cakes on the griddle. And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle. Thank God, I'm a country boy. When the work'd all done and the sun's setting low, I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow, But the kids are asleep so I keep it kind-a 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 like it very good, So I fiddle when I can and work when I should. Thank God, I'm a country boy. Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me an old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got 'cakes on the griddle. And 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 or jewels. I never was one of them money-grabbing fools. I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools. Thank God, I'm a country boy. Yeah, city folks driving in a black limousine, A lot a sad people thinking that's mighty keen, Well, folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean: I thank God, I'm a country boy. Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me an old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got 'cakes on the griddle. And 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 he held me close to his side. "Live a good life, and play my fiddle with pride, Thank God you're a country boy." Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle. He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle. He 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 an old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got 'cakes on the griddle. And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle. Thank God, I'm a country boy.