New Home

I’m buildin’ a new home ‘cross the county line

Up on a high hill where the view’s so fine

Down in the lowlands water taste like turpentine

I’m goin’ up the country where it taste liked cherry wine

I made a piece of money, but I won’t say how

Bought my own forty acres

My own mule an’ breakin’ plough

Bought my own forty acres

Don’t have to scrape an’ bow

I’m buildin’ a new home

I heard a voice talkin’ like a radio in my head

I’m about to tell you just what it said:

I’ll put your feet on solid ground, by an’ by

When the river gets to risin’ you’ll be high an’ dry

I’m buildin’ a new home ‘cross the county line

Up on a high hill where the view’s so fine

Up on a high hill, leave this ol’ shack behind