#1 Song When You Were Born........
11-18-2001, 11:32 AM
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Originally posted by cklawon:
Mine was "9 to 5" by Dolly Parton. That sucks...never even heard of it before!!!
Mine was "9 to 5" by Dolly Parton. That sucks...never even heard of it before!!!
WHAT? Jimminy H. Cricket! You've never heard that song? Seen the movie?
Wow. I'm not even 25 and I feel old now.
11-19-2001, 04:48 AM
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Ahahahah!!!
Thank God I'm a Country Boy by
John Denver
That is SO funny! Have any of you ever heard that song? It would never make top of the charts now... I found the lyrics on the net...
Thank God I'm A Country Boy
Well life's on a farm is kinda laid back,
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died,
ain't much an old country boy like me can hack.
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow.
I never was one of them money hungry fools.
and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
It's early to rise, early in the sack:
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools:
He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
and thank God you're a country boy.
A simple kind of life never did me no harm,
I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could,
Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine,
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm.
but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
a lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.
he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
My days are all filled with an easy country charm:
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should:
Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
I thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God you're 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;
and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God I'm a Country Boy by
John Denver
That is SO funny! Have any of you ever heard that song? It would never make top of the charts now... I found the lyrics on the net...
Thank God I'm A Country Boy
Well life's on a farm is kinda laid back,
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died,
ain't much an old country boy like me can hack.
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow.
I never was one of them money hungry fools.
and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
It's early to rise, early in the sack:
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low:
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools:
He said: "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
and thank God you're a country boy.
A simple kind of life never did me no harm,
I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could,
Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine,
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm.
but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
a lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen.
he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
My days are all filled with an easy country charm:
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should:
Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean:
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little:
Thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
I thank God I'm a country boy.
Thank God you're 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;
and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:
Thank God I'm a country boy.
