Title: Thank God I'm A Country Boy
Artist: John Denver
Tuning: Standard
The one on this site sucked so I think I found all that was wrong with it,
Hopefully this one is better. Strum pattern takes a bit to get used to,
but after you get it its pretty simple
1) [A]Well life's on a farm is kinda laid [D]back,
2) When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
3) I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
4) Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died,
1) ain't [A]much an old country boy like [G]me can [E]hack.
2) I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow.
3) I never was one of them money hungry fools.
4) and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
1) It's [A]early to rise, [E]early in the [D]sack:
2) But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
3) I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools:
4) He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
1) [A] Thank God I'm a [E]country b[A]oy.
2) Thank God I'm a country boy.
3) Thank God I'm a country boy.
4) and thank God you're a country boy.
1) A [A]simple kind of life never did me no [D]harm,
2) I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could,
3) Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limou sine,
4) My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
1) [A]raisin' me a family and [G]workin' on a [E]farm.
2) but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
3) a lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.
4) he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
1) My [A]days are all filled with an [E]easy country [D]charm:
2) So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should:
3) Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
4) He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
1) [A] Thank God I'm a [E]country b[A]oy.
2) Thank God I'm a country boy.
3) I thank God I'm a country boy.
4) Thank God you're a country boy.
Chorus: Well I [E]got me a fine wife, I g[A]ot me old fiddle.
When the [E]sun's comin' up I got c[A]akes on the griddle;
and [A]life ain't nothin' but a [E]funny, funny [D]riddle:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E]country bo[A]y.
Artist: John Denver
Tuning: Standard
The one on this site sucked so I think I found all that was wrong with it,
Hopefully this one is better. Strum pattern takes a bit to get used to,
but after you get it its pretty simple
1) [A]Well life's on a farm is kinda laid [D]back,
2) When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
3) I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
4) Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died,
1) ain't [A]much an old country boy like [G]me can [E]hack.
2) I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow.
3) I never was one of them money hungry fools.
4) and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
1) It's [A]early to rise, [E]early in the [D]sack:
2) But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
3) I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools:
4) He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
1) [A] Thank God I'm a [E]country b[A]oy.
2) Thank God I'm a country boy.
3) Thank God I'm a country boy.
4) and thank God you're a country boy.
1) A [A]simple kind of life never did me no [D]harm,
2) I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could,
3) Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limou sine,
4) My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
1) [A]raisin' me a family and [G]workin' on a [E]farm.
2) but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
3) a lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.
4) he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
1) My [A]days are all filled with an [E]easy country [D]charm:
2) So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should:
3) Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
4) He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
1) [A] Thank God I'm a [E]country b[A]oy.
2) Thank God I'm a country boy.
3) I thank God I'm a country boy.
4) Thank God you're a country boy.
Chorus: Well I [E]got me a fine wife, I g[A]ot me old fiddle.
When the [E]sun's comin' up I got c[A]akes on the griddle;
and [A]life ain't nothin' but a [E]funny, funny [D]riddle:
[A]Thank God I'm a [E]country bo[A]y.
