THANK GOD I’M A COUNTRY BOY!

(Written by John Denver and revised by Andy Wayment)

Well life in the wild 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 bird dogs on the farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I’m a country boy

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[Chorus]

Well I got me a fly rod, I got me ol’ creel
When the sun’s coming up I got my flies in the riffle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a steady flowing river
Thank God I’m a country boy

When the work’s all done and the sun’s settlin’ low
I pull out my fly rod, fish puts it in a bow
The rocks are pretty slick so I take it kinda slow
Thank God I’m a country boy

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I’d go bird huntin’ every day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
So I hunt when I can, work when I should
Thank God I’m a country boy

[Repeat Chorus]

Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I’d rather have my hunting and my fishin’ tools
Thank God I’m a country boy

Sunny Girl and the grouse she retrieved.  I don't think this old gal with be with us much longer, but she sure had a nice point on this hunt.
Sunny Girl and the grouse she retrieved.

 Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine
A lotta sad people never been fishing
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I’m a country boy

Dad and Benny revel in a glorious night at the Mini-Madison.
Raisin me a country boy!

 [Repeat Chorus]

Well, my fly rod 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 fish this rod with pride
And thank God you’re a country boy!”

Dad and Tommy fishing Birch Creek in 2011.
Dad and Tommy fishing Birch Creek in 2011.

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to cast and drift a nymph through a good hole
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I’m a country boy

[Chorus]

Well I got me a fly rod, I got me ol’ creel
When the sun’s coming up I got my flies in the riffle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a steady flowing river
Thank God I’m a country boy!

Thank God he was a country boy!
Thank God he was a country boy!

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Mel says:

    Very well done, Andrew. Love the revisions to make it about your life in the outdoors. Your father was a great man and left lots to be proud of.
    Do I detect some Birch Creek with your father there? The memories we share………………….

    1. Mel, thanks. Sure enough, that’s Birch Creek!

  2. Steve DeMarco says:

    Nice job Mr. Wayment. Great post. I look forward to these. I had a hard time getting my boys interested in hunting and fishing. At 32 yrs old my older son finally got his hunting license and goes grouse hunting with me. We don’t bag many but we have fine walks in the woods and it warms my heart a bit. Steve D

    1. Thanks Steve. As for your son starting to hunt, better late than never. Glad to hear he’s following in your footsteps!

  3. uplandish says:

    Great post! Just don’t start flying experimental airplanes anytime soon.

    1. Thanks Uplandish! I agree that it’s a good idea to stay away from those airplanes. John Denver was gone way too soon. I still love his music. Reminds me of being outdoors with my dad.

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