COUNTRY HOME - NEIL YOUNG
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from: RAGGED GLORY


Submitted by: Wolfgang Deimel (wolfgang@mailer.kjp.uni-marburg.de)
Intro submitted by: Howard Geoffrey Leamon (ee95hgl@brunel.ac.uk)
(via HyperRust, except the intro TAB)

INTRO:
e-7-------|-----10-7-|-7-------x--|-8----------------|
B--8-10-8-|-8-10-----|--8-10-8-8--|--8-10-8-8--------|
G---7-----|----------|---7-----9--|---9------11-11-9-|
D---------|----------|---------10-|------------------|
A---------|----------|---------10-|------------------|
E---------|----------|---------x--|------------------|

e-----------------3-3-|-7-------|-----10-7-|-7-------8--|
B-----------------0-0-|--8-10-8-|-8-10-----|--8-10-8-8--|
G-9-9-7-7-7-9-7-0-0-0-|---7-----|----------|---7-----9--|
D--------------9--0-0-|---------|----------|---------10-|
A-----------------2-2-|---------|----------|---------10-|
E-----------------3-3-|---------|----------|---------x--|

e-8-------------------------------3-3-|-3
B--8-10-8-8--10--10---------------0-0-|-0
G---9------11--11--11-7-7-7-9-7-0-0-0-|-0
D------------------------------9--0-0-|-0
A---------------------------------2-2-|-2
E---------------------------------3-3-|-3
I don't like to....

INTRO: G C D  G C D  G              

G                                   
I don't like to go down to the flats
C         
'Cause I can't park on a hill       
D              
Instead getting a rolling start     
G                
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.