Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Joe Henry
Joe Henry
Violão
David Piltch
David Piltch
Contrabaixo
Jay Bellerose
Jay Bellerose
Bateria
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Piano
Loudon Wainwright The 3rd
Loudon Wainwright The 3rd
Vocal de apoio
Greg Leisz
Greg Leisz
Bandolim
Bill Frisell
Bill Frisell
Guitarra elétrica
Eric Gorfain
Eric Gorfain
Primeiro violino
Daphne Chen
Daphne Chen
Segundo violino
Leah Katz
Leah Katz
Viola
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Violoncelo
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Joe Henry
Joe Henry
Composição
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Arranjos
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Ryan Freeland
Ryan Freeland
Engenharia (mixagem)
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

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 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 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
Written by: Joe Henry
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