The lyrics are mostly the right words but in the completely wrong order. Here are the real lyrics:
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
I 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
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And 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 settin' low
I pull out the fiddle and I rosin up the bow
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 an' I work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' 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, woohoo!
Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy
Yea, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a-mighty keen
Well son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' 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
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's, till the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
Said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
An' thank God you're a country boy"
Well my daddy taught me young
How to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work, to play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love an' how to give just a little
An' thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Woo! Thank God I'm a country boy, yes
The lyrics are mostly the right words but in the completely wrong order. Here are the real lyrics:
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 I 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
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me ol' fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle And 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 settin' low I pull out the fiddle and I rosin up the bow 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 an' I work when I should Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' 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, woohoo!
Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools Thank God I'm a country boy
Yea, city folk drivin' in a black limousine A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a-mighty keen Well son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean I thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' 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
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's, till the day he died And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side Said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride An' thank God you're a country boy"
Well my daddy taught me young How to hunt and how to whittle Taught me how to work, to play a tune on the fiddle He taught me how to love an' how to give just a little An' thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle Woo! Thank God I'm a country boy, yes