John Denver – Thank God I’m A Country Boy

Guitar chords and lyrics of Thank God I’m A Country Boy by John Denver
Published 1974
Original key 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!