Tono: A
Introducción:
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Well, life on a farm is kinda laid back
A G D
Ain' t much an old country boy like me can' t hack
A E D
It' s early to rise, early in the sack
A E A
Thank God I' m a country boy
A D
A simple kind of life never did me no harm
A G D
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
A F#m E D
My 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
A F#m E 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 work' s all done and the sun' s settin' low
A G D
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
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But 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
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But the lord and my wife wouldn' t take it very good
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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
A F#m E7 D
And life ain' t nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
A E A
Thank God I' m a country boy
A D
Well, I wouldn' t trade my life for diamonds or jewels
A G D
I never was one of them money hungry fools
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I' d rather have my fiddle and my farming tools
A E A
Thank God I' m a country boy
A D
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A G D
A lotta sad people thinkin' that' s mighty keen
A F#m E D
Well, son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
A E A
I 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
A F#m E 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 till the day he died
A G D
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
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He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
A E A
And thank God you' re a country boy
A D
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
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He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
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He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
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
A F#m E D
And life ain' t nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
A E A
Thank God I' m a country boy Yeehaw!