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

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[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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I 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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My days are all filled with an easy country charm
N.C.                       
Thank God I'm a country boy
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Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
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When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
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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]
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D A E A
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[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]
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A E A
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[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]
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