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 lot of style

But pretty soon it wears me out

And I have to think to smile



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I'm thankful for my country home

It gives me piece 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

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