Lyrics:

Well life on the farm is kinda laid backAint much an old country boy like me cant hackIts early to rise, early in the sackThank God Im a country boyWell a simple kinda life never did me no harmA raisin me a family and workin on a farmMy days are all filled with an easy country charmThank God Im a country boyWell I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddleWhen the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddleLife aint nothin but a funy funny riddleThank God Im a country boyWhen the works all done and the suns settlin lowI pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bowThe kids are asleep so I keep it kinda lowThank God Im a country boyId play sally goodin all day if I couldBut the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very goodSo I fiddle when I could, work when I shouldThank God Im a country boyWell I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddleWhen the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddleLife aint nothin but a funy funny riddleThank God Im a country boyWell I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewelsI never was one of them money hungry foolsIid rather have my fiddle and my farmin toolsThank God Im a country boyYeah, city folk drivin in a black limousineA lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keenSon, let me tell ya now exactly what I meanThank God Im a country boyWell I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddleWhen the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddleLife aint nothin but a funy funny riddleThank God Im a country boyWell, my fiddle was my daddys till the day he diedAnd he took me by the hand and held me close to his sideSaid, live a good life and play my fiddle with prideAnd thank God youre a country boyMy daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittleTaught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddleTaught me how to love and how to give just a littleThank God Im a country boyWell I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddleWhen the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddleLife aint nothin but a funy funny riddleThank God Im a country boyThank God Im a country boy