A        A                                      D
   Well     life's on a farm is kinda laid         back,
          A                               G             E7
   ain't  much an old country boy like    me can        hack.
             A                                        D
   It's      early to rise, early in the              sack:
             A            E7          A
       Thank God I'm a    country boy.
         A                                            D
   A     simple kind of life never did me no          harm,
           A                                G             E7
           raisin' me a family and          workin' on a  farm.
         A                                            D
   My    days are all filled with an easy country     charm:
             A            E7          A
       Thank God I'm a    country boy.

[Chorus]
                E7                     A
        Well I  got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
                 E7                     A
        When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
                       A                          D
        and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
              A         E7         A
        Thank God I'm a country boy.

[Verse 2]
              A        A                                      D
   When the work's all done and the sun's settin'  low
          A                               G             E7
   I      pull out my fiddle and I        rosin' up the bow.
             A                                        D
   But the   kids are asleep so I keep it kinda       low:
             A            E7          A
       Thank God I'm a    country boy.
         A                                            D
   I'd   play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I            could,
           A                                G             E7
   but the lord and my wife wouldn't        take it very  good.
         A                                            D
   So I  fiddle when I can and I work when I          should:
             A            E7          A
       Thank God I'm a    country boy.

[Chorus]
                E7                     A
        Well I  got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
                 E7                     A
        When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
                       A                          D
        and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
              A         E7         A
        Thank God I'm a country boy.

[Verse 3]
   A        A                                      D
   I        wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
          A                               G             E7
   I      never was one of them money     hungry        fools.
             A                                        D
   I'd       rather have my fiddle and my farmin'     tools:
             A            E7          A
       Thank God I'm a    country boy.
         A                                            D
   Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limou            sine,
           A                                G             E7
   A       lotta sad people thinkin'        that's mighty keen.
   A                                       D
    Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
             A            E7          A
    I  thank God I'm a    country boy.

[Chorus]
                E7                     A
        Well I  got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
                 E7                     A
        When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
                       A                          D
        And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
              A         E7         A
        Thank God I'm a country boy.

[Verse 4]
   A        A                                      D
   Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he  died,
          A                               G             E7
   And he took me by the hand and held me close to his  side.
             A                                        D
   He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
             A            E7          A
   And thank God you're a country boy.

         A                                            D
   My    daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
           A                                G             E7
   He      taught me how to work and play a tune on the   fiddle.
         A                                            D
   He    taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
             A            E7          A
       Thank God you're a country boy.

[Chorus]
                E7                    A
         Well I  got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
                 E7                     A
        When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
                       A                          D
        and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
              A         E7         A
        Thank God I'm a country boy.