Tom: G
Introdução:
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Well, life on a farm is kinda laid back,
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ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack.
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It's early to rise, early in the sack,
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thank God I'm a country boy.
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A simple kind of life never did me no harm,
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raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm.
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My days are all filled with an easy country charm,
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thank God I'm a country boy.
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Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
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when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
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And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle,
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thank God I'm a country boy.
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When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
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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,
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thank God I'm a country boy.
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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,
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thank God I'm a country boy.
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Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
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when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
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And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle,
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thank God I'm a country boy.
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Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
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I never was one of them money hungry fools.
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I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools,
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thank God I'm a country boy.
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Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine,
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a lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.
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Well, son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean,
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I thank God I'm a country boy.
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Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
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when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
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And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle,
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thank God I'm a country boy.
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Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
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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
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and thank God you're a country boy.
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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,
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thank God I'm a country boy.
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Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
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when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
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And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle,
N.C.
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