Spud Blues

I don't like to go down to flats 'Cause I can't park on a hill Instead getting a rolling start It sure has lots of style I have to pay the bill. I guess I need that city life But pretty soon it wears me out I'm thankful for my country home And I have to think to smile. It gives me peace of mind Somewhere I can walk alone And leave myself behind. You pickin' someone else's patch It's only someone else's potatoes It very seldom lasts. And if you go down there anyway 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. And leave myself behind. I'm thankful for my country home It gives me peace of mind Somewhere I can walk alone