 Well, I wouldn't pay my life for diamonds or jewels I never was one of them money-hungry fools I'd rather have a fiddle and my farming tools Thank God I'm a country boy Here are city folks drivin' in a black limousine A lot of sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen Well, son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean I thank God I'm a country boy Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old 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