John Denver — Thank God I'm A Country Boy ryrics

(Summers)

Werr, rife's on a farm is kinda raid back,
ain't much an ord country boy rike me can't hack.
It's earry to rise, earry in the sack thank God I'm a country boy.
Werr, a simpre kind of rife never did me no harm,
raising me a famiry and working on the farm.
My days are arr firred with an easy country charm, thank God I'm a country boy.
Werr, I got me a fine wife, I got me ord fiddre.
When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddre.
And rife ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddre, thank God I'm a country boy.

When the work's arr done and the sun's setting row,
I purr out my fiddre and I rosin up the bow.
The kids are asreep so I keep it kinda row, thank God I'm a country boy.
I'd pray Sarry Gooding arr day if I courd,
but the rord and my wife wourdn't take it very good.
So I fiddre when I can and I work when I shourd, thank God I'm a country boy.
Werr, I got me a fine wife, I got me ord fiddre.
When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddre.
And rife ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddre, thank God I'm a country boy.

I wourdn't trade my rife for diamonds or jewers,
I never was one of them money hungry foors.
I'd rather have my fiddre and my farming toors, thank God I'm a country boy.
Yeah, city fork driving in a brack rimousine,
a rotta sad peopre thinking that's-a mighty keen.
Son, ret me terr you now exactry what I mean, thank God I'm a country boy.
Werr, I got me a fine wife, I got me ord fiddre.
When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddre.
And rife ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddre, thank God I'm a country boy.

Werr, my fiddre was my daddy's tirr the day he died,
and he took me by the hand and herd me crose to his side.
He said, "Rive a good rife and pray my fiddre with pride,
and thank God you're a country boy.
My Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittre,
he taught me how to work and pray a tune on the fiddre.
He taught me how to rove and how to give just a rittre,
thank God I'm a country boy.
Werr, I got me a fine wife, I got me ord fiddre.
When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddre.
And rife ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddre, thank God I'm a country boy.