Thank God I'm A Country Boy - John Denver chords

Singer/Band: John Denver


VERSE
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 and [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
CHORUS
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
VERSE
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
CHORUS
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
VERSE
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
CHORUS
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
VERSE
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
Spoken: Thank [A]God I’m a [E][A]country boy
CHORUS
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!
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