Well life on a 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.

A simple kind of life never did me no harm,
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.

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;
And 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.
But 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 I work when I should:
Thank God I'm a country boy.

Chorus:

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 mighty keen.
Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
I thank God I'm a country boy.

Chorus:

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till 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.
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
Thank God you're 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;
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
Thank God I'm a country boy.