My Country(Album Version) - Randy Newman

My Country (我的国家) - Randy Newman
Written by：Randy Newman
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 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
We had something to say
We'd bounce it off the screen
We were watching and we couldn't
Look away
We all know what we look like
You know what I mean
We wouldn't have had it any other way
We got comedy tragedy
Ev'rything 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 prob'ly for the best
Dig too deep who knows what you will find
This is my country those were my people
Their's was the 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 tv's 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 that 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