| 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 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 a wrap 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 by on 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 a 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 |
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