Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Denver
Guitar
Dick Kniss
Bass
Steve Weisberg
Dobro
Jim Connor
Banjo
Jim Gordon
Percussion
John Sommers
Fiddle
Lee Holdridge
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Sommers
Arranger
John Denver
Arranger
Dick Kniss
Arranger
Steve Weisberg
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Milton Okun
Producer
Kris O'Connor
Assistant Producer
Mickey Crofford
Engineer
Artie Torgersen
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well life on the 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
Well a simple kind of life never did me no harm
Raising me family and working on the farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife
I got me old fiddle
When the sun's coming up
I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
When then work's all done and the sun is setting low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy
I'd play Sally Good in 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
Well I got me a fine wife
I got me old fiddle
When the sun's coming up
I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well 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 farming tools
Thank God I'm a country boy
Yeah city folks driving in a black limousine
A lotta sad people think that's mighty keen
Well son let me tell you exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife
I got me old fiddle
When the sun's coming up
I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand
Held me close to his side
He said live a good life
Play my fiddle with pride
Thank God your a country boy
Well 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
And thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife
I got me old fiddle
When the sun's coming up
I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing but a funny funny riddle
Whoa
Thank God I'm a country boy
Yeah
Written by: John Martin Sommers