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[G]I don't like to go down to the flats
'Cause I can't park on a h[C]ill
Instead getting a rol[D]ling start
I have to pay the b[G]ill.
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.
I'm thankful for my country home
It gives me peace of mind
Somewhere I can walk alone
And leave myself behind.
It's only someone else's potatoes
You pickin' someone else's 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 don't know which way to go
To lose those old spud blues.
I'm thankful for my country home
It gives me peace of mind
Somewhere I can walk alone
And leave myself behind.
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[G]I don't like to go down to the flats
'Cause I can't park on a h[C]ill
Instead getting a rol[D]ling start
I have to pay the b[G]ill.
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.
I'm thankful for my country home
It gives me peace of mind
Somewhere I can walk alone
And leave myself behind.
It's only someone else's potatoes
You pickin' someone else's 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 don't know which way to go
To lose those old spud blues.
I'm thankful for my country home
It gives me peace of mind
Somewhere I can walk alone
And leave myself behind.