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G C D C
G
I don't like to go down to the flats
C
'Cos I can't park on a hill
D
Instead of getting a rolling start
G
I have to pay the bill
I guess I need that city life
C
It sure has lots of style
D
But pretty soon it wears me out
G
And I have to think to smile
Chorus
G
I'm thankful for my country home
C
It gives me peace of mind
D
Somewhere I can walk alone
C
And leave myself behind
intro
It's only someone else's potato tip
You're 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 oldsmouth(??) blues
Chorus x3
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