 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 farming tools Thank God I'm a country boy Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine A lot of sad people thinkin' that's somebody keen Son, I can tell you now exactly what I mean 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 riddle