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 kinda life never did me no harm   A raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm   My days are all filled with an easy country charm   Thank God I’m a country boy.      Chorus:   Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle   When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle   Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle   Thank God I’m a country boy      When the work’s all done and the sun’s settlin’ low   I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow   But kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low   Thank God I’m a country boy.      Now 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, work when I should   Thank God I’m a country boy.      Chorus:   Yeah, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle   The sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle   Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle   Thank God I’m a country boy.      Well, I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels   I never was one of them money hungry fools   I’d rather have my farm, my fiddle and tools   Thank God I’m a country boy.      Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine   A lotta sad people thinkin’ ''That’s a-mighty keen.''   People, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean   Thank God I’m a country boy      Chorus:   Yeah I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle   The sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle   Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle   Thank God I’m a country boy.      You see 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   Said, ''Live a good life and play your fiddle with pride   And thank God you’re a country boy.''      My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle   Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle   Taught me how to love and how to give just a little   Thank God I’m a country boy.      Chorus:   Yeah I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle   The sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle   Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle (wooo!)      I thank God I’m a country boy...