This country
This Country
I'm gon' die in this country
sleep in foreign soil
no more the hills, or the melodies
stirred my blood into boil
I'm gon' die in this country
my children, my children are coming up
what can I give 'em but this
in a one-room apartment in the land of dreams
they must know I've done my best
Try to live in this country
try to grow in foreign soil
no more the hills or the melodies
stirred my blood into boil
try to live in this country
I come home in the morning send my kids to school
we joke about daddy's tired eyes
I sleep til' noon then it's off again
somehow my life seems to pass me by
Yeah, it's passing me by and meanwhile
My mind is off on a roam
And it seems my only quality time
Those moments on my own
When they come back those songs we used to sing
And the faces come alive
And I feel as light as a feather
And at least for a little while
I forget 'bout this country
Forget 'bout this foreign soil
I'm back with the hills and the melodies
stirred my blood into boil
Forget about this country
And I know that a dream is a heavy load
Many shoulders will not be enough
But sometimes a man just gets weary
And the promise starts to look like a bluff
But I think I'm carrying my children
And I think I can make another mile
And all them things that could've been different
Well you can't explain them to a child
So you live in this country
Sleep in foreign soil
You forget 'bout the hills, the melodies
stirred your blood into boil
So you live in this country.......
