Spud Blues — текст песни (Neil Young)

I don`t like to go down to 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

You 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 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.