Lyrics Our Song - Joe Henry
I
saw
Willie
Mays
At
a
Scotsdale
Home
Depot
Looking
at
Garage
Door
Springs
At
the
far
end
of
the
14th
floor
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
centerfielder
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
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
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