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Billy Dean( William Harold Dean Jr. )
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Thank God I'm A Country Boy
Lyricist:John Martin Sommers
Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack Early to rise and early in the sack Thank God I'm a country boy
A simple kinda life never did me no harm Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm Days are all filled with an easy country charm Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up my bow Well, the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low Thank God I'm a country boy
And I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good So I fiddle when I can, work when I should Thank God I'm a country boy
Yeah, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools I'd rather have my farm, my fiddle and tools I thank God I'm a country boy
Yeah, the city folk drivin' in a black limousine A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen People, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy
See, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died He took me by the hand, held me close to his side He said, 'Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride And thank God you're a country boy'
Yeah, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle Taught me how to love, how to give just a little Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle I thank God I'm a country boy
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