Tom :A5

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    Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back.
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    Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack.
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    It's early to rise and early in the sack.
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!
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    A simple kinda life never did me no harm.
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    Raisin' me a family and working on the farm.
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    Mt days are all filled with an easy country charm.
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!
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    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
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    when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
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    And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle.
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!
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    When the works all done and the sun's settin' low,
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    I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
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    The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low.
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!
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    I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I could,
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    but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
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    So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should.
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!
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    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
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    when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
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    And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle.
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!
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    I wouldn't trade my life for no diamonds or jewels.
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    I never was one of them money-hungry fools.
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    I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools.
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!
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    Yeah city folks drivin' in a black limosine,
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    a lotta sad people thinkin', "That's a-mighty keen."
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    Well folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean,
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!
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    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
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    when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
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    And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle.
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!
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    Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died,
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    he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
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    He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride, and
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    Thank God you're a country boy!"
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    My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle.
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    He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
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    He taught me how to love and how to give just a little, and
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!
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    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
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    when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.
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    And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle.
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    Thank God I'm a country boy!