I don't like to go down to flats
'cause i can't 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


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