Well life's on a farm is kinda laid back,
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died,

ain't much an old country boy like me can hack.
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow.
I never was one of them money hungry fools.
and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.

It's early to rise, early in the sack:
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools:
He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,

Thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
and thank God you're a country boy.

A simple kind of life never did me no harm,
I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could,
Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limou sine,
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,

raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm.
but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
a lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.
he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.

My days are all filled with an easy country charm:
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should:
Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:

Thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
I thank God I'm a country boy.
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.