Country Home

Neil Young

[G]I don’t like go down to the flats, ’cause I can’t park on the [C]hill
Instead of getting a [D]rolling start, I have to pay the [G]bill
[G]I guess I need that city life, it sure has lots of [C]style
But pretty soon it [D]wears me out, and I have to think to [G]smile

I’m [G]thankful for my countryhome, it gives me peace of [C]mind,
Somewhere I can [D]walk alone and leave myself be[G]hind

Solo:

[G]It’s only someone elses potatoes if, you’re pickin’ some elses [C]patch
And if you go down there [D]anyway, it very seldom [G]lasts
[G]I found that out once long ago, it sure got me con[C]fused
I still don’t know wich [D]way to go, to loose that old spud [G]blues

I’m [G]thankful for my country home, It gives me peace of [C]mind
Somewhere I can [D]walk alone, And leave myself be[G]hind

Solo

I’m [G]thankful for my country home, It gives m peace of [C]mind
Somewhere I can [D]walk alone, And leave myself [G]behind

Solo

I’m [G]thankful for my country home, It gives me peace of [C]mind
Somewhere I can [D]walk alone, And leave myself [G]behind