Thank God I'm a Whiteboy

Well life's on a farm is kinda laid back,

ain't much an old country boy like me can hack.

It's early to rise, early in the sack

Thank God I'm a white boy.

A simple kind of life never did me no harm,

raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm.

My days are all filled with an easy country charm

Thank God I'm a white boy.

When the work's all done and the sun's 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 white boy.

I'd play "Ian Stuart" 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 white boy.

I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,

I never was one of them money hungry jews.

I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools

Thank God I'm a white boy.

Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine,

a lotta sad goim thinkin' that's mighty keen.

Well, folks let me tell you now exactly what I mean

I thank God I'm a white 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.

He said: "Live a good life and and never give up white pride",

and thank God you're a white 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 you're a white boy.

CHORUS:

Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.

When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle;

and life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle:

Thank God I'm a white boy.