Thank God I'm A Country Boy taby ukulele według John Denver

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Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back, Ain’t much a country boy like me can’t 
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hack
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It’s early to rise, early in the sack, thank God I’m a country boy.
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A simple kind of life never did me no harm, raisin’ me a family and livin’ on the 
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farm,
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My days are all filled with an easy country charm, thank God I’m a country boy.

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Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my old fiddle
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When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle,
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Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

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When the work’s all done and the sun’s settin’ low, I pull out my fiddle and 
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rosin up the bow.
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But the kids are a-sleep so I keep it kinda low, thank God I’m a country boy.
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I’d play “Sally Goodin” all day if I could but the wife and my family wouldn’t 
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take it very good
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So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should, thank God I’m a country boy.

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Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels, I never was one of those 
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money hungry fools,
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I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools, thank God I’m a country boy.
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Yeah, city folks drivin’ in a black lim-ou-sine, a lotta sad people think that’s 
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mighty keen
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Well, folks, let me tell you ex-act-ly what I mean, thank God I’m a country boy

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Well my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died, and took me by the hand and 
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held me close to his side
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He said, “Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride, and thank God you’re a 
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country boy.
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My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle, he taught me how to work 
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and play a tune of the fiddle
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He taught me how to love and how to give just a little , thank God I’m a country
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boy.

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