Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
Early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy
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
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
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, and work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and 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 mighty keen
Now folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride"
Thank God I'm 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
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 a 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
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
Hampton the Hampster - Thank God I'm A Country Boy Lyrics
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Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
Early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy
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
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
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, and work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and 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 mighty keen
Now folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride"
Thank God I'm 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
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 a 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
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
Early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy
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
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
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, and work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and 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 mighty keen
Now folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride"
Thank God I'm 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
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 a 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
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
Writer: John Martin Sommers
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.