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.