Thank God, I'm a Country Boy Songtext

von John Denver

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Der Songtext "Thank God, I'm a Country Boy" von John Denver beschreibt das einfache und entspannte Leben auf dem Land. D...

(John Martin Sommers)

Well, life on a farm is kind-a laid back.
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack.
It's early to rise, early in the sack.
Thank God, I'm a country boy.
Well, a simple kind-a life never did me no harm,
Raising my a family and working on a farm.
My days are all filled with an easy country charm.
Thank God, I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me an old fiddle.
When the sun's coming up, I got 'cakes on the griddle.
And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle.
Thank God, I'm a country boy.
When the work'd all done and the sun's setting low,
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow,
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kind-a low.
Thank God, I'm a country boy.
I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could,
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't like it very good,
So I fiddle when I can and work when I should.
Thank God, I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me an old fiddle.
When the sun's coming up, I got 'cakes on the griddle.
And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle.
Thank God, I'm a country boy.
Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels.
I never was one of them money-grabbing fools.
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools.
Thank God, I'm a country boy.
Yeah, city folks driving in a black limousine,
A lot a sad people thinking that's mighty keen,
Well, folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
I thank God, I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me an old fiddle.
When the sun's coming up, I got 'cakes on the griddle.
And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle.
Thank God, I'm a country boy.
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died,
And he took me by the hand and he held me close to his side.
"Live a good life, and play my fiddle with pride,
Thank God you're a country boy."
Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle.
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little.
Thank God, I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me an old fiddle.
When the sun's coming up, I got 'cakes on the griddle.
And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle.
Thank God, I'm a country boy.