I'm building a new home 'cross the county line
I'm building 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
Down in the lowlands water taste like turpentine
I'm going up the country
Where it taste liked cherry wine

I made a piece of money, but I won't say how
I made a piece of money, but I won't say how
Bought my own forty acres
My own mule and brеaking plough
Bought my own forty acres
Don't have to scrape and bow

I hеard a voice talking like a radio in my head
I heard a voice talking like a radio in my head
I'm about to tell you just what it said
Keep your feet on solid ground, by and by
Put your feet on solid ground, by and by
When the river gets to rising you'll be high and dry
Yeh, when the river gets to rising you'll be high and dry

I'm building a new home ‘cross the county line
I'm building 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 old shack behind
Yeh, yeh...