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John Legend - Little Ghetto Boy Lyrics

Original Lyrics:
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 and early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well a simple kind of life never did me no harm
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 my 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 is settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
But 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 my 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 fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy
Yeah, city folks drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people think that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell you exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my 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, 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
He 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 my 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
中文翻译：
要说农场的日子是有那么点自在悠闲，
象俺这样的农村青年，有点经验，没啥难得住俺，
也就是早上早起，晚上被窝早钻，
谢天谢地，俺是个农村青年。
要说简朴的生活对俺可不一般，
让俺养活一家，还有活干，
农村的日子一天又一天，也满自得怡然，
谢天谢地，俺是个农村青年。
干完了活，太阳就要下山，
俺抽出提琴，举琴上肩，
娃儿们都睡了，俺就轻着声点儿，
谢天谢地，俺是个农村青年。
要由着俺，俺就把“萨丽·古丁”拉个没完，
可那样老天老婆都不会给俺好脸，
所以俺能拉就拉，该干就干，
谢天谢地，俺是个农村青年。
要说俺有一媳妇实在不赖，一把提琴也有点年代，
当太阳刚爬起正惺忪睡眼，喷香的蛋糕已微笑在烤盘，
这日子不过是条挺逗挺逗的谜语，
谢天谢地，俺是个农村青年。
要说俺这日子也是珠宝不换，
俺也从来不是那钱串子傻蛋，
俺宁愿有把提琴和俺的铲锹钩镰，
谢天谢地，俺是个农村青年。
是啊，城里人开着大黑轿车，
可怜的人儿觉着那才叫派，
儿子，让爹跟你好好说个明白，
俺感谢老天，让俺生成一农村青年。
要说俺有一媳妇实在不赖，一把提琴也有点年代，
当太阳刚爬起正惺忪睡眼，喷香的蛋糕已微笑在烤盘，
这日子不过是条挺逗挺逗的谜语，
谢天谢地，俺是个农村青年。
要说那提琴是俺老爷子的，一直到他闭眼，
他握着俺的手，拉俺在他跟前，
他说：“好好过日子，拉琴也别给爹丢脸，
要感谢老天，让你生成一个农村青年。”
打小儿老爷子就教俺怎么打猎怎么刨木，
他教俺怎么干活怎么拉弦，
还教俺怎么去爱怎么作点奉献，
谢天谢地，俺是个农村青年。
要说俺有一媳妇实在不赖，一把提琴也有点年代，
当太阳刚爬起正惺忪睡眼，喷香的蛋糕已微笑在烤盘，
这日子不过是条挺逗挺逗的谜语，
谢天谢地，俺是个农村青年。