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CAPO 2
1) Well life’s on a farm is kinda laid back, A D
ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack. A G E7
It’s early to rise, early in the sack: A D
Thank God I’m a country boy. A E7 A
A simple kind of life never did me no harm, A D
raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm. A G E7
My days are all filled with an easy country charm: A D
Thank God I’m a country boy. A E7
Chorus: 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; E7 A
and life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle: A D
Thank God I’m a country boy. A E7 A
When the work’s all done and the sun’s settin’ low A D
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin’ up the bow. A G E7
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low: A D
Thank God I’m a country boy. A E7 A
I’d play “Sally Goodin’” all day if I could A D,
but the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good. A G E7
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should: A D
Thank God I’m a country boy. A E7 A
Chorus: 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; E7 A
and life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle: A D
Thank God I’m a country boy. A E7 A
I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels, A D
I never was one of them money hungry fools. A G E7
I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools: A D
Thank God I’m a country boy. A E7 A
Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limou sine, A D
a lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s mighty keen. A G E7
Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean: A D
I thank God I’m a country boy. A E7 A
Chorus: 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; E7 A
and life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle: A D
Thank God I’m a country boy. A E7 A
Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died, A D
and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side. A G E7
He said: “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride, A D
and thank God you’re a country boy. A E7 A
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle, A D
he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle. A G E7
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little: A D
Thank God you’re a country boy. A E7 A
Chorus: 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; E7 A
and life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle: A D
Thank God I’m a country boy. A E7 A