[ Предположительная тональность: A ] VERSE A D Well life on a farm is kinda laid back A G E7 Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack A E7 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 E7 D My days are all filled with an easy country charm A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy CHORUS 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 A E D And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle A E A Thank God I'm a country boy VERSE 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 E7 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 E But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good A E D So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should A E 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 E7 D And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy VERSE 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 E 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 limousine A G E7 A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen A E7 D Well, son let me tell you 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 E7 D And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy VERSE 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 E7 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 E7 D He taught me how to love and how to give just a little A E7 A Spoken: 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 E7 D And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle A E7 A Thank God I'm a country boy Yeehaw! ||If you like it, please rate it||
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