Thank God I'm a Country Boy
Thank God I'm a Country Boy
JD
John Denver
AcordesTempo: 108*
Tamaño del texto
A*
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A cappella until the second verse.
2/4 time
Extra 2 beats of D on 3rd line of verses, choruses and solos.
Verse 1
A D
Well, life on a farm is kinda laid back
A G D
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
A E D
It's early to rise, early in the sack
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
Verse 2
A D
A simple kind of life never did me no harm
A G D
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
A F#m E D
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
Chorus
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
E A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
A F#m E D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
Verse 3
A D
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
A G D
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
A F#m E D
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
Verse 4
A D
I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I could
A G D
But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
A F#m E D
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
Chorus
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
E A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
A F#m E7 D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
Solo
A D
A G D
A F#m E D D
A E A
A D
A G D
A F#m E D D
A E A
Verse 5
A D
Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
A G D
I never was one of them money hungry fools
A F#m E D
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
Verse 6
A D
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A G D
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
A F#m E D
Well, son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
A E A
I thank God I'm a country boy
Repetition: Chorus
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
E A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
A F#m E D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
Repetition: Solo
A D
A G D
A F#m E D D
A E A
A D
A G D
A F#m E D D
A E A
Verse 7
A D
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
A G D
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
A F#m E D
He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
A E A
And thank God you're a country boy
Verse 8
A D
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
A G D
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
A F#m E7 D
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy
Chorus
E A
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
E A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
A F#m E D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
A E A
Thank God I'm a country boy Yeehaw!
Outro
A D
A G D
A F#m E D D
A E A A
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