C Am
Let's go back to yesterday, when a phone call cost a dime.
F
in New Orleans, just a nickel.
F C
Turn back the hands of time.
F C
Turn back the hands of time.
C Am
Picture a room with a window, a sofa and some chairs,
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a television turned on for the night.
C Am
Picture a woman, two children seated, a man lying there,
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their faces softly glowing in the light.
C Am
This is my country, these are my people.
F G C
This is the world I understand.
C Am
This is my country, these are my people.
F G C
And I know 'em like the back of my own hand.
Bb G C Am
If we had something to say we'd bounce it off the screen
F G C
we were watching and we couldn't look away.
Bb G C Am
We all know what we look like, you know what I mean?
F G C
We wouldn't have had it any other way.
E Am G C
We got comedy, tragedy. Ev'rything from A to B,
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watching other people living, seeing other people play.
Dm Em F G
Having other people's voices fill our minds.
G
Thank you, Jesus.
E Am
Feelings might go unexpressed.
G C
I think that's prob'ly for the best.
F Em Dm G
Dig too deep, who knows what you will find.
C Am
This is my country, those were my people.
F G C
Their's was the world I understand.
C Am
Picture a room, no window, a door that leads outside,
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a man lying on a blanket on the floor.
C Am
Picture his three grown boys behind him, bouncing words off a screen,
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of a television big as all outdoors.
Bb G C Am
Now your children are your children, even when they're grown.
F G C
When they speak to you, you got to listen to what they have to say.
Bb G C Am
But they all live alone now, they have TVs of their own
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but they keep on coming over anyway.
F G F G C
And much as I love them, I'm always kind of glad when they go away.
C Am
This is my country, these are my people.
F G C
This is the world I understand.
C Am
This is my country, these are my people.
F G C
And I know 'em like the back of my own hand.
F G C Csus4 C
I know 'em like the back of my own hand.
