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I saw Willie MaysAt a Scottsdale Home DepotLooking at garage door springsAt the far end of the 14th rowHis wife stood there beside himShe was quiet and they both were proudI gave them room but was close enoughThat I heard him when he said out loudThis was my countryThis was my songSomewhere in the middle thereThough it started badly and it's ending wrongThis was my countryThis frightful and this angry landBut it's my right if the worst of it mightStill somehow make me a better manThe sun is unforgiving andThere's nobody would choose this townBut we've squandered so much of our good willThat there's nowhere else will have us nowWe push in line at the picture showLetras de cancionesFor cool air and a chance to seeA vision of ourselves portrayed asYounger and braver and humble and free.This was our countryThis was our songSomewhere in the middle thereThough it started badly and it's ending wrongThis was our countryThis frightful and this angry landBut it's my right if the worst of it mightStill somehow make me a better manI've started something I can't finishAnd I barely leave the house it's trueI keep a wrap on my sores and jointsBut I guess I've had my blessings tooI've got my mother's pretty feetAnd a factory keeps my house in shadeMy children they've both been paroledAnd we get back on the peace we've madeI feel safe so far from heavenFrom towers and their ocean viewsFrom here I see the future comingAcross what soon will be beaches tooBut that was him I'm almost sureThe greatest center-fielder of all timeStooped by the burden of endless dreamsHis and yours and mineHe hooked each spring beneath his footHe leaned over then he stood uprightTesting each against his weightFor one that had some play and some fightHe's just like us I want to tell himAnd our needs are small enoughSomething to slow a heavy doorSomething to help us raise one upThis was my countryThis was my songSomewhere in the middle thereThough it started badly and it's ending wrongThis was God's countryThis frightful and this angry landBut if it's his will the worst of it mightStill somehow make me a better manIf it's his will the worst of it mightStill somehow make me a better man From Letras Mania