Standard (EADGBE)

  I don't like to go down to the flats

  'Cos I can't park on a hill

  Instead of 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

Chorus

  I'm thankful for my country home

  It gives me peace of mind

  Somewhere I can walk alone

  And leave myself behind

Intro

It's only someone else's potato tip

You're 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 oldsmouth(??) blues

Chorus

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