Country Home Songtext
von Neil Young

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.