Chords for John Denver & Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Thank God I'm A Country Boy (Live at Farm Aid 1985)

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When the farm is tiny, they'll [N] let you know culture,
It's all of you can have.
Early to rise, early in the sack,
But thank god I'm a country boy.
It's been a simple kind of life, it never did me no harm,
Raised in me a family, working [A#] on the farm.
Reads are all filled [A] with an easy touch of [Gm] charm,
Thank god I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me [F] a fine wife, I got me an old fiddle,
When [G] the sun's coming up I got kicks on the fiddle,
[Dm] Life being nothing but funny but a riddle,
Thank [D#] god I'm a [Em] country [F#m] boy.
[A] When the work's all done and the sun's a-shinin'
I'll pull out the [G] fiddle and I'll [E] rise up off the [A] boat
Kids [F#m] are all so sweet [E] so I keep [D] a-cowin' low
And [A] thank God [E] I'm a country [A] boy
I play a solid rhythm [D] all day
If I [A] put my good in my [G] wife, we'll [E] take it very good
So I [F#m] fiddle when I [E] can, work [D] when I should
And [A] thank God I'm a country boy
[E] When I got to the end line, I [A] got to [E] move
[A] Put my case on the middle
[B] I ain't [E] no good but I [D] follow my rhythm
[A] Thank [E] God I'm a [A] country boy
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_ _ I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds [D] or jewels
[A] I never [G] was one of them money hungry [A] fools
But I have [E] my fiddle and my [D] thumb and tools
[A] Thank God I'm a country boy
Yeah, I sit in a boat drivin' in a black [D] limousine
[A] A lot of sad people [E] thinkin' that [A] somebody came
[E] But I can tell you now [D] exactly what I mean
[A] I thank God I'm a country boy
[E] When I got to the end [A] line, I forgot my old fiddle
[E] When the sun's [A] comin' up, I put my case on the middle
I ain't no good but [D] I follow my rhythm
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[E] Thank God I'm a [A] country boy _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ I'm a fiddle when my daddy's gone, the day [Dm] he [A] died
And he took me by the [G] hand, I'm a post [E]-murderer's son
[F#m] I'm ready to live a good life, [D] I'm a fiddle and cry
[A] Thank God I'm a country boy
When my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to willow
Taught me how to work [G] a fire, [E] thinkin' of the bitter
[A] Taught me how to love and [D] how to give just a little
_ [E] _ _ Thank [A] _ [E] God I'm a [A] country [E] boy
When I got to the end [A] line, I forgot my old fiddle
[E] When the sun's comin' up, I put [A] my case on the middle
I ain't no good but [D] I follow my rhythm _ _
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