Thank God Im A Country Boy
John Denver
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(início)
A D 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
Verse 2
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
Chorus
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
Verse 3
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 A F#m E D But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low A E A Thank God I'm a country boy
Verse 4
A D I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I could A G D But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good A F#m E D So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should A E A Thank God I'm a country boy
Chorus
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
Solo
A D A G D A F#m E D D A E A A D A G D A F#m E D D A E A
Verse 5
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 A F#m E D I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools A E A Thank God I'm a country boy
Verse 6
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
Chorus
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
Solo
A D A G D A F#m E D D A E A A D A G D A F#m E D D A E A
Verse 7
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 A F#m E D He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride A E A And thank God you're a country boy
Verse 8
A D My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle A G D He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle A F#m E7 D He taught me how to love and how to give just a little A E A Thank God I'm a country boy
Chorus
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!
Outro
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