|
|
John Denver - Thank God I'm A Country Boy John Denver - Thank God I'm A Country Boy |
Transpozícia: [+1 +2 -1 -2] *** Autor textu: J. M. Summers *** Autor hudby: J. M. Summers |
A WellAlife's on a farm is kind a laidDback,
Amuch an old country boy likeGme canE7hack.
It'sAearly to rise, early in theDsack:
ThankAGod I'm aE7countryAboy.
AAsimple kind of life never did me noDharm,
Araisin' me a family andGA workin' on aE7farm.
MyAdays are all filled with an easy countryDcharm:
ThankAGod I'm aE7country boy.A
Refrain: Well IE7got me a fine wife, IAgot me old fiddle.
When theE7sun's comin' up I gotAcakes on the griddle;
and life ain'tAnothin' but a funny, funnyDriddle:
ThankAGod I'm aE7country boy.A
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.
Ref.
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.
Ref.
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.
Ref.
|
| |
Abba:
John Denver:
Country:
