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Dear KERA Pledge Drive,
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. 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 a 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.
When the works all done and the suns settlin’ low. I pull out my 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 "Me So Horny" all day if I could. But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good. So I fiddle when I could, work when I should. Thank God I’m a country boy.
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle. When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle. Life aint nothin but a funny (thank you, Bryce) funny riddle. Thank God I’m a country boy.
(fiddle solo)
Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and 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. Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine. A lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s mighty keen. Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean. Thank God I’m a country boy.
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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 and held me close to his side. Said, live a good life and play my fiddle with pride. And thank God you’re a country boy. My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle. Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle. Taught me how to love and how to give just a little. Thank God I’m a country boy.
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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.
Thank God I’m a country boy.
Yours,
Alibaster Abthernabther
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. 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 a 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.
When the works all done and the suns settlin’ low. I pull out my 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 "Me So Horny" all day if I could. But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good. So I fiddle when I could, work when I should. Thank God I’m a country boy.
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle. When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle. Life aint nothin but a funny (thank you, Bryce) funny riddle. Thank God I’m a country boy.
(fiddle solo)
Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and 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. Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine. A lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s mighty keen. Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean. Thank God I’m a country boy.
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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 and held me close to his side. Said, live a good life and play my fiddle with pride. And thank God you’re a country boy. My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle. Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle. Taught me how to love and how to give just a little. Thank God I’m a country boy.
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a 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.
Thank God I’m a country boy.
Yours,
Alibaster Abthernabther