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!