My Country Songtext / Lyric

Let's go back to yesterday

When a phone call cost a dime

In New Orleans, just a nickel

Turn back the hands of time

Turn back the hands of time



Picture a room

With a window

A sofa and some chairs

A television turned on for the night

Picture a woman, two children seated

A man lying there

Their faces softly glowing in the light



This is my country

These are my people

This is the world I understand

This is my country

These are my people

And I know 'em like the back of my own hand






If we had something to say

We bounced it off the screen

We were watching and we couldn't look away

We all knew what we looked like

You know what I mean

We wouldn't have it any other way



We got comedy, tragedy

Everything from A to B

Watching other people living

Seeing other people play

Having other people's voices fill our minds

Thank you Jesus



Feelings might go unexpressed

I think that's probably for the best

Dig too deep, who knows what you will find



This is my country

Those were my people

Theirs was a world I understand.



Picture a room, no window

A door that leads outside

A man lying on a blanket on the floor

Picture his three grown boys behind him

Bouncing words off of a screen

Of a television big as all outdoors



Now your children are your children

Even when they're grown

When they speak to you

You got to listen to what they have to say

But they all live alone now

They have TVs of their own

But they keep on coming over anyway

And much as I love them

I'm always kind of glad when they go away



This is my country

These are my people

This is the world I understand

This is my country

These are my people

And I know 'em like the back of my own hand

I know 'em like the back of my own hand