Chords for Lindsey Family- Thank God I'm A Country Boy
Tempo:
113.4 bpm
Chords used:
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B
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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On the farm, it's [Bm] kindly baggy, much low country over me and that.
Sir, let me ride, hurley in the sack, [D#] thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, it's a [B] kind of life that never did me no harm,
working on a farm.
God I'm a country boy.
When the work's all done and the sun's dead low,
[E] out the fiddle and brawls it at the [A] bow.
[E] Thank God I'm a country [A] boy.
Sir, let me ride, hurley in the sack, [D#] thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, it's a [B] kind of life that never did me no harm,
working on a farm.
God I'm a country boy.
When the work's all done and the sun's dead low,
[E] out the fiddle and brawls it at the [A] bow.
[E] Thank God I'm a country [A] boy.
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On the farm, it's [Bm] kindly baggy, much low country over me and that.
Sir, let me ride, hurley in the sack, [D#] thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, it's a [B] kind of life that never did me no harm,
Raising me and family, working on a farm.
Days are always filled with days of [G] good stories,
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ When the work's all done and the sun's dead low,
I pull [E] out the fiddle and brawls it at the [A] bow.
The kids are all asleep, so I keep [D] the time low.
[E] Thank God I'm a country [A] boy.
Well, I play his alligator all day,
If it could, but the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
So I fiddle when I can't, work when I should.
And thank God I'm a country boy.
[E] Well, the weather got me a [A] farm, I forgot the old fiddle,
And the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the table.
My name's nothing but a [D] funny funny name.
[Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
I never was wanted in money like before.
I'd rather have my fiddle than my farm and tools.
And thank God I'm a country boy.
I work the city, book driving, and I'm black as a stain.
I eat a lot of stuff, people think that's money.
Son, let me tell you, this is exactly what I mean.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[E] Well, the weather got me a farm, I forgot the old fiddle,
And the sun's coming [A] up, I got cakes on the table.
My name's nothing but [D] a funny funny name.
_ _ [A]
Thank God I'm a country boy.
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[F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Well, she was a lady, she stayed in the alley,
Took me by the hand, held me to the side.
Said, if you get a job, remember, fiddle won't cry.
And thank God you're a country boy.
Well, my daddy taught me how to hunt, how to widow,
He taught me how to work the plates, how to haul the fiddle.
He taught me how to love and to give, just a little.
And thank God I'm a country boy.
[E] Well, the weather got me a farm, I forgot the old fiddle,
And the sun's coming up, I [A] got cakes on the table.
My name's nothing but a funny [D] funny name.
_ [A] Thank God I'm a country boy.
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[B] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
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_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ [A] _ _
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_ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ On behalf of all of the Lindes, thank you guys so much.
Be sure to see us back at the CD table, and enjoy the rest
Sir, let me ride, hurley in the sack, [D#] thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, it's a [B] kind of life that never did me no harm,
Raising me and family, working on a farm.
Days are always filled with days of [G] good stories,
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ When the work's all done and the sun's dead low,
I pull [E] out the fiddle and brawls it at the [A] bow.
The kids are all asleep, so I keep [D] the time low.
[E] Thank God I'm a country [A] boy.
Well, I play his alligator all day,
If it could, but the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
So I fiddle when I can't, work when I should.
And thank God I'm a country boy.
[E] Well, the weather got me a [A] farm, I forgot the old fiddle,
And the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the table.
My name's nothing but a [D] funny funny name.
[Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
I never was wanted in money like before.
I'd rather have my fiddle than my farm and tools.
And thank God I'm a country boy.
I work the city, book driving, and I'm black as a stain.
I eat a lot of stuff, people think that's money.
Son, let me tell you, this is exactly what I mean.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[E] Well, the weather got me a farm, I forgot the old fiddle,
And the sun's coming [A] up, I got cakes on the table.
My name's nothing but [D] a funny funny name.
_ _ [A]
Thank God I'm a country boy.
_ [D] _ [A] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, she was a lady, she stayed in the alley,
Took me by the hand, held me to the side.
Said, if you get a job, remember, fiddle won't cry.
And thank God you're a country boy.
Well, my daddy taught me how to hunt, how to widow,
He taught me how to work the plates, how to haul the fiddle.
He taught me how to love and to give, just a little.
And thank God I'm a country boy.
[E] Well, the weather got me a farm, I forgot the old fiddle,
And the sun's coming up, I [A] got cakes on the table.
My name's nothing but a funny [D] funny name.
_ [A] Thank God I'm a country boy.
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
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_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ [A] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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_ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ On behalf of all of the Lindes, thank you guys so much.
Be sure to see us back at the CD table, and enjoy the rest