Chords for John Denver - Thank God I'm a Country Boy

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Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back, ain't much of an old country boy like me can't hack.
Early to rise, early in the sack, thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm, raising me a family and working on the farm.
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 old fiddle, when the sun's coming up, the pancakes on the griddle.
Life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy.
[A] When the work's all done and the sun sets low, pull [A] out my fiddle and it'll razzen up the bow.
Kids are all [E] sweet, so I'll keep a tattle [D]-o, and [A] thank God I'm a country boy.
I'd play Sally Goodman all day [D] if I could, but the [A] Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
So I'll fiddle when I can, work when I should, and [A] thank God I'm a country boy.
[E] Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle, when the sun's coming up, the pancakes on the griddle.
Life [F#] ain't nothing but a funny, [D] funny riddle, [A]
thank God I'm a country boy. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamond [E] jewels, I never was [D] one of them money-hungry [A] fools.
Well, I had [F#m] my fiddle and my farmhand [D] tools, [A] thank God I'm a country boy.
Yeah, I see these folks driving in a black limousine, a lot of sad [G] people thinking that's a mighty keen.
[F#] Son, let me tell you now exactly [D] what I mean, [A] and thank God I'm a country boy.
[E] Well, I got me a [Am] fine wife, I got me [E] old fiddle, when the sun's coming up, the [A] pancakes on the griddle.
Life ain't nothing but a funny, [Dm] funny riddle, thank God I'm a [A] country boy. _ _ _
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Well, my fiddle was my daddy'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 [D] fiddle with pride, [A] and thank God you're a country boy.
Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to riddle, taught me how to work [G] and buy a few lawner [F#] fiddles.
Taught me how to love and how to [D] give just a little, _ _ _ [A] thank God I'm a country boy.
[E] Well, I got me a [A] fine wife, I got me [E] old fiddle, when the sun's [A] coming up, the pancakes on the griddle.
Life ain't nothing but a [D] funny, funny riddle, _
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