Thank God I'm a Country Boy Chords by John Denver
- Key: A
- BPM: 214
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THANK GOD I'M A COUNTRY BOY CHORDS
[Start] [Verse] N.C. Well life on the farm is kinda laid back N.C. Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack N.C. It's early to rise early in the sack N.C. I thank God I'm a country boy N.C. Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm N.C. A raisin' me a family and workin' on the farm N.C. My days are all filled with an easy country charm N.C. Thank God I'm a country boy N.C. Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle N.C. When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle N.C. And life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle N.C. Thank God I'm a country boy [Chorus] A D When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low A G I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow D F#m7 E D The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low A E A Thank God I'm a country boy ■ 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 E D So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should E A Thank God I'm a country boy E A Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' 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 woo [Inst] D A G D A E D E ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ A D A G A E ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ D A E A ■ ■ ■ ■ [Verse] 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 E D I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools E A Thank God I'm a country boy A Yeah city folk drivin' in a black limousine G D A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen A E D Well son let me tell ya now exactly what I mean E I thank God I'm a country boy E Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle A When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle E D And life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle A E A Thank God I'm a country boy [Solo] D A G A E D E A ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ D A G A E D ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ A E A ■ ■ ■ [Verse] D Well my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died A G D And he took me by the hand held me close to his side A E D Said live a good life play my fiddle with pride E A And thank God you're a country boy D Well my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle A G D Taught me how to work to play a tune on the fiddle F#m E D He taught me how to love and how to give just a little [Chorus] A And thank God I'm a country boy E A Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' 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 D Woo thank God I'm a country boy yes [Outro] A E A D E A ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [End]