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Thank God I'm A Country Boy

Biografía:

John Denver (Roswell, Nuevo México, 31 de diciembre de 1943 - Pacific Grove, California, 12 de octubre de 1997), nacido como Henry John Deutschendorf, Jr. en Roswell, Nuevo México. Murió con 53 años de edad en la costa de Monterey, California cuando pilotaba un Rutan Long-EZ, un avión experimental de fibra de vidrio.
Fue tal vez el principal exponente de la música country de EEUU. Dedicó su vida a cantarle a la naturaleza, las relaciones y los valores humanos y a la preservacion de la vida.

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G C G F
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain’t much a country boy like me can’t
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hack
G C G D G
It’s early to rise early in the sack thank God I’m a country boy
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A simple kind of life never did me no harm raisin’ me a family and livin’ on the
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farm,
G C G D G
My days are all filled with an easy country charm thank God I’m a country boy

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Well I got me a fine wife I got my old fiddle
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When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
C G D G
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny funny riddle thank God I’m a country boy

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When the work’s all done and the sun’s settin’ low I pull out my fiddle and
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rosin up the bow
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But the kids are a-sleep so I keep it kinda low thank God I’m a country boy
G C G
I’d play “Sally Goodin” all day if I could but the wife and my family wouldn’t
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take it very good
G C G D G
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should thank God I’m a country boy

Chorus

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Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels I never was one of those
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money hungry fools
G C G D G
I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools thank God I’m a country boy
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Yeah city folks drivin’ in a black lim-ou-sine a lotta sad people think that’s
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mighty keen
G C G D G
Well folks let me tell you ex-act-ly what I mean thank God I’m a country boy

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Well my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died and took me by the hand and
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held me close to his side
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He said “Live a good life play my fiddle with pride and thank God you’re a
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country boy
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My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle he taught me how to work
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and play a tune of the fiddle
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He taught me how to love and how to give just a little thank God I’m a country
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boy.

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