Thank God I'm a Country Boy吉他谱
John Denver · 原调 A · 最后更新
[Verse 1]
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Well life's on a farm is kinda laid back,
A G E7
ain't much an old country boy like me can hack.
A D
It's early to rise, early in the sack:
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Thank God I'm a country boy.
A D
A simple kind of life never did me no harm,
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raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm.
A D
My days are all filled with an easy country charm:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
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E7 A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
E7 A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
A D
and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Verse 2]
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When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
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I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow.
A D
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
A D
I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could,
A G E7
but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
A D
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[副歌]
E7 A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
E7 A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
A D
and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Verse 3]
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I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
A G E7
I never was one of them money hungry fools.
A D
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
A D
Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limou sine,
A G E7
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.
A D
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
A E7 A
I thank God I'm a country boy.
[副歌]
E7 A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
E7 A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
A D
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.
[Verse 4]
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Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died,
A G E7
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
A D
He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
A E7 A
And thank God you're a country boy.
A D
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
A G E7
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
A D
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
A E7 A
Thank God you're a country boy.
[副歌]
E7 A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
E7 A
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;
A D
and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
A E7 A
Thank God I'm a country boy.