v.1
Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
Early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, the simple kind of life never did me no harm
A-raisin' me a family, a'workin' on the farm
Days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

Chorus:
Well I got me a fine wife, and I got an' old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got bacon on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

v.3
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

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

Rpt. Ch. (Woo-Hoo!)
Instr. Brk.
v.3
Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of those money-hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, city folks drivin' in a black limosine
A lotta sad people think that's mighty keen
Son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy

Rpt. Ch. (Yes sir!)
v.3
Well my fiddle was my daddy's til the day he died
And he took my by the hand held me close to his side
He said live a good life, play the fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy

Well my daddy taught me young how to hunt an' how to whittle
He taught me how to work, and play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love and how give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy