Randy Newman - My Country

      
 
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 Let's go back to yesterday, when a phone call cost a dime.
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 in New Orleans, just a nickel.
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 Turn back the hands of time.
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 Turn back the hands of time.
 
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 Picture a room with a window, a sofa and some chairs,
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 a television turned on for the night.
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 Picture a woman, two children seated, a man lying there,
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 their faces softly glowing in the light.
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 This is my country, these are my people.
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 This is the world I understand.
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 This is my country, these are my people.
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 And I know 'em like the back of my own hand.
 
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 If we had something to say we'd bounce it off the screen
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 we were watching and we couldn't look away.
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 We all know what we look like, you know what I mean?
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 We wouldn't have had it any other way.
 
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 We got comedy, tragedy. Ev'rything from A to B,
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 watching other people living, seeing other people play.
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 Having other people's voices fill our minds.
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 Thank you, Jesus.
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 Feelings might go unexpressed.
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 I think that's prob'ly for the best.
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 Dig too deep, who knows what you will find.
 
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 This is my country, those were my people.
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 Their's was the world I understand.
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 Picture a room, no window, a door that leads outside,
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 a man lying on a blanket on the floor.
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 Picture his three grown boys behind him, bouncing words off a screen,
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 of a television big as all outdoors.
 
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 Now your children are your children, even when they're grown.
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 When they speak to you, you got to listen to what they have to say.
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 But they all live alone now, they have TVs of their own
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 but they keep on coming over anyway.
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 And much as I love them, I'm always kind of glad when they go away.
 
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 This is my country, these are my people.
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 This is the world I understand.
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 This is my country, these are my people.
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 And I know 'em like the back of my own hand.
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 I know 'em like the back of my own hand.