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