Well,

life

on

the

farm

is

kin-

da

laid

back

Ain't

much

an

old

count-

ry

boy

like

me

can't

hack

It's

ear-

ly

to

rise,

ear-

ly

in

the

sack

I

thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

Well,

a

sim-

ple

kind

of

life

ne-

ver

did

me

no

harm

Rais-

in'

me

a

fa-

mi-

ly

and

wor-

kin'

on

the

farm

My

days

are

all

filled

with

an

ea-

sy

count-

ry

charm

Thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

Well,

I

got

me

a

fine

wife,

I

got

me

old

fid-

dle

When

the

sun's

co-

min'

up,

I

got

cakes

on

the

grid-

dle

Life

ain't

no-

thin'

but

a

fun-

ny,

fun-

ny

rid-

dle

Thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

When

the

work's

all

done

and

the

sun's

set-

tin'

low

I

pull

out

my

fid-

dle

and

I

ro-

sin'

up

the

bow

Kids

are

as-

leep

so

I

keep

it

kin-

da

low

And

thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

I'd

play

"Sal-

ly

Goo-

din'"

all

day

if

I

could

But

the

Lord

and

my

wife

would-

n't

take

it

ve-

ry

good

So

I

fid-

dle

when

I

can

and

I

work

when

I

should

Thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

Well,

I

got

me

a

fine

wife,

I

got

me

old

fid-

dle

When

the

sun's

co-

min'

up,

I

got

cakes

on

the

grid-

dle

Life

ain't

no-

thin'

but

a

fun-

ny,

fun-

ny

rid-

dle

Thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

,

woo!

Well,

I

would-

n't

trade

my

life

for

dia-

monds

or

a

je-

wels

I

nev-

er

was

one

of

them

mo-

ney

hung-

ry

fools

I'd

ra-

ther

have

my

fid-

dle

and

my

far-

min'

tools

Thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

Yeah,

ci-

ty

folk

dri-

vin'

in

a

black

li-

mou-

sine

A

lott-

a

sad

peop-

le

thin-

kin'

that's-

a

migh-

ty

keen

Son,

let

me

tell

you

now

e-

xact-

ly

what

I

mean

Thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

Well,

I

got

me

a

fine

wife,

I

got

me

old

fid-

dle

When

the

sun's

co-

min'

up,

I

got

cakes

on

the

grid-

dle

Life

ain't

no-

thin'

but

a

fun-

ny,

fun-

ny

rid-

dle

Thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

Well,

my

fid-

dle

was

my

dad-

dy's

till

the

day

he

died

And

he

took

me

by

the

hand,

held

me

close

to

his

side

Said,

"Live

a

good

life,

play

my

fid-

dle

with

pride

And

thank

God

you're

a

count-

ry

boy"

Well,

my

dad-

dy

taught

me

young

how

to

hunt

and

how

to

whit-

tle

Taught

me

how

to

work

and

play

a

tune

on

the

fid-

dle

He

taught

me

how

to

love

and

how

to

give

just

a

lit-

tle

And

thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

Well,

I

got

me

a

fine

wife,

I

got

me

old

fid-

dle

When

the

sun's

co-

min'

up,

I

got

cakes

on

the

grid-

dle

Life

ain't

no-

thin'

but

a

fun-

ny,

fun-

ny

rid-

dle

Thank

God

I'm

a

count-

ry

boy

,

yes!