Tom: A
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Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back.
A G D
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack.
A D
It's early to rise and early in the sack.
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
A D
A simple kinda life never did me no harm.
A G D
Raisin' me a family and working on the farm.
A D
Mt days are all filled with an easy country charm.
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
E A
when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle.
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
A D
When the works all done and the sun's settin' low,
A G D
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
A D
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low.
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
A D
I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I could,
A G D
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 E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
E A
when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle.
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
A D
I wouldn't trade my life for no diamonds or jewels.
A G D
I never was one of them money-hungry fools.
A D
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools.
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
A D
Yeah city folks drivin' in a black limosine,
A G D
a lotta sad people thinkin', "That's a-mighty keen."
A D
Well folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean,
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
E A
when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle.
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
A D
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died,
A G D
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, and
A E A
Thank God you're a country boy!"
A D
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle.
A G D
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, and
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
E A
when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle.
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy!
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