I dont like to go down to flats
Cause I cant park on a hill
Instead getting a rolling start
I have to pay the bill.
I guess I need that city life
It sure has lots of style
But pretty soon it wears me out
And I have to think to smile.
Im thankful for my country home
It gives me peace of mind
Somewhere I can walk alone
And leave myself behind.
Its only someone elses potatoes
You pickin someone elses patch
And if you go down there anyway
It very seldom lasts.
I found that out once long ago
And it sure got me confused
I still dont know which way to go
To lose those old spud blues.
Im thankful for my country home
It gives me peace of mind
Somewhere I can walk alone
And leave myself behind.
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