John Denver - Thank god im a country boy

Well ^Alife on a farm is kinda laid ^Dback Ain't ^Amuch an old country boy like ^Gme can’^E7t hack It's ^Aearly to rise, ^E7early in the ^Dsack Thank ^AGod I'm a ^E7country b^Aoy A ^Asimple kind of life never did me no ^Dharm ^ARaisin' me a family and ^Gworkin' on a ^E7farm My ^Adays are all filled with an ^E7easy country ^Dcharm Thank ^AGod I'm a ^E7country ^Aboy

Well I ^Egot me a fine wife, I ^Agot me old fiddle When the ^Esun's comin' up I got ^Acakes on the griddle And ^Alife ain't nothin' but a ^Efunny, funny r^Diddle Thank ^AGod I'm a ^Ecountry ^Aboy

When the ^Awork's all done and the sun's settin' ^Dlow I ^Apull out my fiddle and I ^Grosin' up the ^E7bow But the ^Akids are asleep so I ^E7keep it kinda ^Dlow Thank ^AGod I'm a ^E7country ^Aboy ^AI'd play "Sally Goodin" all^D day if I could But the ^Alord and my wife wouldn't ^Gtake it very ^Egood So I ^Afiddle when I can and I ^Ework when I ^Dshould Thank ^AGod I'm a ^Ecountry ^Aboy

Well I ^E7got me a fine wife, I ^Agot me old fiddle When the ^E7sun's comin' up I got c^Aakes on the griddle And ^Alife ain't nothin' but a ^E7funny, funny r^Diddle Thank ^AGod I'm a ^E7country ^Aboy

I ^Awouldn't trade my life for diamonds or ^Djewels I ^Anever was one of them ^Gmoney-hungry ^E7fools I'd ^Arather have my fiddle and my ^Efarmin' ^Dtools Thank ^AGod I'm a ^E7country ^Aboy

Yeah ^Acity folk drivin’ in a black lim^Dousine A lotta ^Asad people thinkin' ^Gthat's mighty ^E7keen Well, ^Ason let me tell you now ex^E7actly what I ^Dmean I thank ^AGod I'm a ^E7country ^Aboy

Well I ^E7got me a fine wife, I ^Agot me old fiddle When the ^E7sun's comin' up I got ^Acakes on the griddle And ^Alife ain't nothin' but a ^E7funny, funny r^Diddle Thank ^AGod I'm a ^E7country ^Aboy

Well, my ^Afiddle was my daddy's till the day he ^Ddied And he ^Atook me by the hand and held me^G close to his ^E7side He said: &^Aquot;Live a good life and pla^E7y my fiddle ^Dwith pride And thank ^AGod you're a ^E7country b^Aoy

My daddy ^Ataught me young how to hunt and how to ^Dwhittle He ^Ataught me how to work and play a ^Gtune on the ^E7fiddle He ^Ataught me how to love and how to ^E7give just a ^Dlittle Spoken: Thank ^AGod I’m ^E7a countr^Ay boy

Well I ^E7got me a fine wife, I ^Agot me old fiddle When the ^E7sun's comin' up I got ^Acakes on the griddle And ^Alife ain't nothin' but a ^E7funny, funny r^Diddle Thank ^AGod I'm a ^E7country ^Aboy Yeehaw!