Well, life on a farm is kinda laid back, ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack.
It’s early to rise, early in the sack: thank God I’m a country boy.
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm, raisin’ me a family and workin’ on the farm.
My 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 old fiddle.
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle;
And 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 settin’ low,
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
Thank God I’m a country boy.
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 and I work when I should:
Thank God I’m a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle;
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny, riddle:
Thank God I’m a country boy.
I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
I never was one of them money hungry fools.
I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools:
Thank God I’m a country boy.
Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine,
A lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s a mighty keen.
Well, folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
I thank God I’m a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle;
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny, riddle:
Thank God I’m a country boy.
My fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died,
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
He said, “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
And thank God you’re a country boy.”
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
Thank God I’m a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle;
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny, riddle:
Thank God I’m a country boy.
1974 – John Martin Sommers – Performed by John Denver – Album: Back Home Again