Country Home

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