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..