I've started something I just can't finish
and I barely leave the house it's true
I keep a wrap on my sores and joints
but yes I've had my blessings too
I've got my mother's pretty feet
and the factory keeps my house in shape
my children they've both been paroled
and we get by on the piece we've made
I feel safe so far from heaven
from towers and their ocean views
from here I see a future coming across
what soon will be beaches too
but that was him, I'm allmost 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 foot
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 wanna tell him
and our needs are small enough
something to slow a heavy door
something to help us raise one up
and this was my country
this was my song
somewhere in the middle there
though it started badly and it's ending wrong
well this was God's country
this frightful and this angry land
but if it's his will the worst of it
G C G
might still somehow make me a better man
G
if it's His will
Em D
the worst of it might still
C D
somehow make me
G
a better man