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,
      F            G              C   Csus4  C
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,
          Dm    Em     F             Dm     Em     F
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,
F               G          C   Csus4  C
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
         F              G    C   Csus4  C
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.