Ain't gonna marry in the fall Ain't gonna marry in the spring For you're in love With a pretty little girl Who wears a diamond ring 'Cause you're just a country boy Money have you none But you've got silver In the stars Gold in the morning sun Gold in the morning sun Never gonna kiss the ruby red lips Of the prettiest girl in town Never gonna ask her if she'd marry you She'd only turn you down 'Cause you're just a country boy Money have you none But you've got silver In the stars And gold in the morning sun Gold in the morning sun Never could afford a store bought ring With a sparklin' diamond stone All you can afford is a loving heart The only one you own 'Cause you're just a country boy Money have you none But you've got silver In the stars And gold in the morning sun Gold in the morning sun

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 funy 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 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 ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools Iid 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 funy 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 funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Thank God I'm a country boy

You said to believe it And this time, I know that you mean it 'Cause boy, I'm just a loser For your love I lied and I cheated And gave you none of what you needed But boy, I'm just a loser For your love You can't celebrate A house fallin' down Not a crumblin' Heart-breakin' sound I would tell you I'm proud Just not sighin' Or breakin' sound If ever you need me Pick up that phone and you'll see me 'Cause boy, I'm just a loser For your love I'll always be a loser For your love But boy, I'm just a loser For your love