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