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
