[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
Picture a room, a window
Sofa and some chairs
Television turned on for the night
Picture a woman, two children seated
A man lying there
Their faces softly glowing in the light

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
If we had something to say
We bounced it off the screen
We were watching and we couldn't look away
We all know what we looked like
You know what I mean
Wouldn't have had it any other way
[Interlude]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Feelings might go unexpressed
Think that's probably for the best
Dig too deep, who knows what you will find?

[Chorus]
This is my country
Those were my people
Theirs was a world I understand

[Verse 2]
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
[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
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