Текст (слова) песни: Young, Neil - Country Home

I dont like to go down to flats
Cause I cant 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.
Im thankful for my country home
It gives me peace of mind
Somewhere I can walk alone
And leave myself behind.
Its only someone elses potatoes
You pickin someone elses 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 dont know which way to go
To lose those old spud blues.
Im thankful for my country home
It gives me peace of mind
Somewhere I can walk alone
And leave myself behind.
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Bandit
Be the Rain
Be With You
Carmichael
Country Home
Days That Used To Be
Differently
Double E
Falling from Above
Far From Home
Farmer John
He Was The King
Here For You
Leave the Driving
Love And Only Love
Love To Burn
Mansion On The Hill
Mother Earth (Natural Anthem)
Mr. Disapointment
No Wonder
Over And Over
Prairie Wind
Sun Green
The Painter
This Old Guitar
Two Old Friends
When God Made Me
When I Hold You In My Arms
White Line