Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Our Song, artist - Joe Henry. Date of issue: 10.09.2007
Song language: English
Our Song |
| I saw Willie Mays |
| At a Scottsdale Home Depot |
| Looking at Garage Door Springs |
| At the far end of the 14th row |
| His wife stood there beside him |
| She was quiet and they both were proud |
| I gave them room but was close enough |
| That I heard him when he said out loud |
| This was my country |
| This was my song |
| Somewhere in the middle there |
| Though it started badly and it’s ending wrong |
| This was my country |
| This frightful and this angry land |
| But it’s my right if the worst of it might |
| Still somehow make me a better man |
| The sun is unforgiving and |
| There’s nobody who would choose this town |
| But we’ve squandered so much of our good will |
| That there’s nowhere else will have us now |
| We push in line at the picture show |
| For cool air and a chance to see |
| A vision of ourselves portrayed as Younger and braver and humble and free. |
| This was our country |
| This was our song |
| Somewhere in the middle there |
| Though it started badly and it’s ending wrong |
| This was our country |
| This frightful and this angry land |
| But it’s my right if the worst of it might |
| Still somehow make me a better man |
| I’ve started something I can’t finish |
| And I barely leave the house it’s true |
| I keep her out on my sores and joints |
| But I’ve guess I’ve had my blessings too |
| I’ve got my mother’s pretty feet |
| And a factory keeps my house in shade |
| My children they’ve both been paroled |
| And we get back all the peace we’ve made |
| I feel safe so far from heaven |
| From towers and their ocean views |
| From here I see the future coming |
| Across what soon will be beaches too |
| But that was him I’m almost sure |
| The greatest center-fielder of all time |
| Stooped by the burden of endless dreams |
| His and yours and mine |
| He hooked each spring beneath his feet |
| He leaned over then he stood upright |
| Testing each against his weight |
| For one that had some play and some fight |
| He’s just like us I want to tell him |
| And our needs are small enough |
| Something to slow our heavy door |
| Something to help us raise one up This was my country |
| This was my song |
| Somewhere in the middle there |
| Though it started badly and it’s ending wrong |
| This was God’s country |
| This frightful and this angry land |
| But if it’s his will the worst of it might |
| Still somehow make me a better man |
| If it’s his will the worst of it might |
| Still somehow make me a better man |