Thank God I'm a Country Boy Chords by John Denver

[Verse]
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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 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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Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
                        E  
Thank God I'm a country boy
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When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
              A                            
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
    D    A          F#m                D  
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
A         E                 A  
And thank God I'm a country boy
                          D             
I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could
        A                                 D        
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good


[Chorus]
                            D            
So I fiddle when I can work when I should
                            A  
And 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
           E             D                 
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
      E                 A           
Thank God I'm a country boy whoo hoo


[Solo]
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[Verse]
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Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
        A                     G      A    
I never was one of them money hungry fools
                             D            
Rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
A                          
Thank God I'm a country boy
               D                           
Yeah city folk drivin' in a black limousine
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A lotta sad people thinkin' that's amighty keen
                E      D                  
Son let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
      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
E                        D                 
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
A     E                 A          
Thank God I'm a country boy yes sir


[Solo]
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[Verse]
                              D                   
Well my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
                           G             D          
And he took me by the hand held me close to his side
                      E               D         
Said Live a good life play the fiddle with pride
          A                       
And thank God you're a country boy
              A                                             
Well my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
       G                                           
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle


[Chorus]
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Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
    A                          
And thank God I'm a country boy
E                                            
Well I got me a fine wife I got me old fiddle
                           A                       
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
                   F#m                     
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
D                                    
Whoo Thank God I'm a country boy yeah
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[Solo]

[Outro]