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Gorgeous Big Boy 🍑 Date of Birth: December 31, 1996

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 the 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 an 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 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 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 and I work when I should Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me an 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, woo 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 Yeah, 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 an 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 Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til 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 And 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 and how to give just a little And thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me an 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

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