Chords for John Hogan - Thank God I'm A Country Boy

_ Well life on the farm's kinda laid back Ain't much to know of country boy like me kid, heck
It's early to rise, early in the sack Thank God I'm a country boy
Well simple kinda life never did me no harm Raisin' me a [B] family, a workin' on the farm
My days [E] are all filled with an easy country charm Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me [C#] a fine wife, I got me old fiddle The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the [G#] griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle [E] Thank God I'm a country boy
[A] Well the work is all done and the sun's settin' low Pull out my [D] fiddle and I rosin' up my bow
The [F#m] kids are asleep so I keep [D] it kinda low [A] Thank God I'm a country boy
At least I lay good all day, for good with the Lord And [D] my wife wouldn't think it very good
So I [F#m] fiddle when I can and I [D] work when I should Thank God I'm a country [A] boy
[E] Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle The sun's [A] comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
[F#m] Life ain't nothin' but a [D] funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a [A] country boy
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_ _ Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools
[F#m] I'd rather have my fiddle than [D] my farm and tools [A] Thank God I'm a country boy
_ City folks drivin' in black limousines A lot of sad people thinkin' that's what I keen
[F#m] So let me tell you [D] now exactly what I mean Thank God I'm [A] a country boy
[E] Well I got me a [A] fine wife, I got me old [E] fiddle The sun's comin' up, [A] I got cakes on the [F#m] griddle
Life ain't nothin' [D] but a funny, funny [A] riddle Thank God I'm a country boy _ _ _ _ _
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[A] _ _ _ Well I fiddle with my daddy till the day he died He picked me by the hand, held me close to his [F#m] side
Live a good [E] life, play my [D] fiddle with pride Thank God [A] you're a country boy
Well my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle Taught me how to work and play a two dollar fiddle
He taught me how to [E] love and how to [D] give just a little Thank God I'm a country boy
[E] Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle The sun's [A] comin' up, I got cakes on [F#m] the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a [D] funny, funny riddle [A] Thank God I'm a country boy _ _ _ _
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