"Country Home" lyrics

Neil Young & Crazy Horse Lyrics

"Country Home"

I don't like to go down to the 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 if you're picking 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

I'm thankful for my country home
It gives me peace of mind
Somewhere I can walk alone
And leave myself behind

I'm thankful for my country home
It gives me peace of mind
Somewhere I can walk alone
And leave myself behind


Writer(s): Neil Young
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