My Country chords by Randy Newman

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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.