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Well, life on the 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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Well, a simple kinda life never did me no harm |
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A raisin' me a family and workin' on the farm |
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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 a fiddle |
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle |
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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 settlin' low |
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Pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow |
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Kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low |
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And 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, 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 a fiddle |
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle |
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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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Rather have my fiddle and my farmin' 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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Son, let me tell ya 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 a fiddle |
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle |
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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, held me close to his side |
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Said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride |
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And thank God, you're a country boy" |
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Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle |
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Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle |
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Taught me how to love and how to give just a little |
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And thank God, I'm a country boy |
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Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle |
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle |
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Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle |
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Thank God, I'm a country boy, yeah |
