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John Denver - Thank God Im A Coutry Boy - аккорды и текст, таба, видео

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John Denver - Thank God Im A Coutry Boy - аккорды и текст, таба, видео

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Thank God Im A Coutry Boy
John Denver
Thank God I'm A Country Boy
By John Denver

Presentd by Boumar55

Bb scale    Bb, Eb, F

(Verse 1)

Bb
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
F
Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
Bb                             Eb
Its early to rise, early in the sack
F                     Bb
Thank God Im a country boy
Bb
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
F
A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
Bb                                            Eb
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
 F                      Bb
Thank God Im a country boy

(Chorus)

F                             Bb
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
F                              Bb
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
                                    Eb
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
F                       Bb
Thank God Im a country boy


(Verse 2)

Bb
When the works all done and the suns settlin low
F
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
Bb                                     Eb
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
F                     Bb
Thank God Im a country boy



Bb
Id play Sally Goodin all day if I could
F
But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
Bb                                 Eb
So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
F                     Bb
Thank God Im a country boy

(Chorus)

F                                       Bb
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
F                                          Bb
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
                                    Eb
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
F                       Bb
Thank God Im a country boy

Bb
Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
F
I never was one of them money hungry fools
Bb                                     Eb
Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
F                      Bb
Thank God Im a country boy

Bb
Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
F
A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
Bb                                     Eb
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
F                      Bb
Thank God Im a country boy

(Chorus)

F                                      Bb
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
F                                          Bb
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
                                     Eb
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
F                      Bb
Thank God Im a country boy

Bb
Well, my fiddle was my daddys till the day he died
F
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Bb                                             Eb
Said, live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
F                             Bb
And thank God youre a country boy

Bb
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
F
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Bb                                           Eb
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
F                     Bb
Thank God Im a country boy

(Chorus)

F                                       Bb
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
F                                          Bb
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
                                   Eb
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
F                     Bb
Thank God Im a country boy

 
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