John Denver – Thank God I’m A Country Boy (ITA)

Accordi chitarra e testo di Thank God I’m A Country Boy di John Denver
Pubblicato 1974
Tonalità originale A

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.        A                                      D
Well life on a farm is kinda laid back
.        A                                             G     E7
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack
.     A                  E7             D
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
.           A             E7         A
Thank God I’m a country boy

 

.     A                                            D
A simple kind of life never did me no harm
A                                  G               E7
Raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm
.       A              A/C#             E7               D
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
.           A                E7      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
.       A                              E                 D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.          A                 E        A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.                A                                                 D
When the work’s all done and the sun’s settin’ low
.    A                               G                 E7
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin’ up the bow
.            A           A/C#          E7               D
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
.          A              E7        A
Thank God I’m a country boy
A                                                 D
I’d play “Sally Goodin” all day if I could
.             A                                    G              E
But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
.         A               A/C#        E                    D
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
.         A              E         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
.       A                              E                 D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.          A                 E        A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.       A                                                   D
I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels
.    A                              G                    E7
I never was one of them money-hungry fools
.      A                     A/C#               E         D
I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools
.          A              E7       A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.        A                                            D
Yeah city folk drivin’ in a black limousine
.          A                           G                    E7
A lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s mighty keen
.        A              A/C#             E7                  D
Well, son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
.             A             E7       A
I 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
.       A                              E                 D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.          A                 E        A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.              A                                                     D
Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died
.             A                                                G              E7
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
.              A               A/C#                     E7            D
He said: “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
.               A                     E7       A
And thank God you’re a country boy



.               A                                                              D
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
.       A                                               G                  E7
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
.       A                      A/C#                  E7            D
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
.                       A              E7           A
Spoken: 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
.       A                              E                 D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.          A                 E        A
Thank God I’m a country boy
Yeehaw!

 

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