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THANK GOD, I'M A COUNTRY BOY
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In questa travolgente canzone “western” John
Denver canta la gioia di un uomo che ringrazia Dio di essere nato in
campagna, tra cose semplici e grandi nello stesso tempo, e di poter così
accogliere l’alzata del sole con il suono gioioso del violino, l’affetto di
una moglie sincera, l’eredità spirituale di un padre di cui essere
orgoglioso. E’ un canto che con una musica entusiasmante e con un testo che
richiama le cose elementari e buone della vita ci aiuta a guardare al senso
religioso come ad un fatto vivace e non astratto o triste. E ci aiuta a
considerare la tradizione
come un fatto lieto. |
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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 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 When the work's all done and the sun's settin' 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, work when I should 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 Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels I never was one of them money hungry foolsI'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 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 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 Well, my fiddle was my daddy's til the day he died And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side He 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 He 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 old fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy |