Thank God I’m a Country Boy (Maggie)[G] - John Denver [Verse 1] Well, [G] life on the farm is kinda laid [C] back Ain’t [G] much a country boy like [F] me can’t [D] hack It’s [G] early to rise, early in the [C] sack [G] Thank God I’m a [D] country [G] boy A [G] simple kind of life never did me no [C] harm [G] Raisin’ me a family and [F] livin’ on the [D] farm My [G] days are all filled with an easy country [C] charm [G] Thank God I’m a [D] country [G] boy [Chorus] Well, I [D] got me a fine wife, I got my old [G] fiddle When the [D] sun’s comin’ up I got [G] cakes on the griddle Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny [C] riddle [G] Thank God I’m a [D] country [G] boy [Verse 2] When the [G] work’s all done and the sun’s settin’ [C] low I [G] pull out my fiddle and [F] rosin up the [D] bow But the [G] kids are a-sleep so I keep it kinda [C] low [G] Thank God I’m a [D] country [G] boy I’d [G] play “Sally Goodin” all day if I [C] could But the [G] Lord and my wife wouldn’t [F] take it very [D] good So I [G] fiddle when I can and I work when I [C] should [G] Thank God I’m a [D] country [G]boy [Chorus] [Verse 3] Well I [G] wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or [C] jewels I [G] never was one of those [F] money hungry [D] fools I’d [G] rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ [C] tools, [G] Thank God I’m a [D] country [G] boy Yeah, [G] city folks drivin’ in a black limou-[C]sine A [G] lotta sad people think that’s [F] mighty [D] keen Well, [G] folks, let me tell you exactly what I [C] mean [G] Thank God I’m a [D] country [G] boy [Chorus] [Verse 4] Well my [G] fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he [C] died And he [G] took me by the hand and held me [F] close to his [D] side He said, [G] “Live a good life, play my fiddle with [C] pride And [G] thank God you're a [D] country [G] boy My [G] daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to [C] whittle He [G] taught me how to work and play a [F] tune on the [D] fiddle He [G] taught me how to love and how to give just a [C] little [G] Thank God I’m a [D] country [G] boy [Chorus] Well, I [D] got me a fine wife, I got my old [G] fiddle When the [D] sun’s comin’ up I got [G] cakes on the griddle Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny [C] riddle …… [Pause] [G] Thank God I’m a [D] country [G*] boy