Written by John Martin Sommers

Artist: John Denver
Album: Back Home Again © Copyright 1974
Song: Thank God I'm a Country Boy

Well, life on the farm
Is kinda 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 kinda life
Never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family
And workin' on a farm
My days are all filled
With an easy country charm
Thank God,
I'm a country boy!

When the work's all done
And the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle
And I rosin' up the bow
The kids are asleep
So I keep it kinda 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 take it very good
So I fiddle when I can,
Work when I should
Thank God,
I'm a country boy!

Chorus:

Well, I got me a fine wife,
I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up
I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' 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 hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle
And my farmin' tools
Thank God,
I'm a country boy!

Yeah, city folk drivin'
In a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin'
That's a mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now
Exactly what I mean
I thank God,
I'm a country boy!

Chorus

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's
'Til the day he died
And he took me by the hand
And held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life
And play my fiddle with pride
And thank God
You're a country boy."

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
Taught me how to love
And how to give just a little
Thank God,
I'm a country boy!