Il testo della 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