My Old Country
Everyone over the age of 10 has an "old country" in their psyche even if they still live in the same house where they were born. This song is about embracing it without giving it too much credit or blame.
It is presented here with Band in a Box, Reaper, Cakewalk, and Ozone 11. Bill Davis played the pedal steel guitar and sang harmony, and I added bass and vocals.
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My Old Country
Well, we used to keep our doors unlocked,
and keys were kept in cars.
The streets were meant for walking nights
when we could see the stars.
Often we would close some streets to party on the block.
Then quiet nights spent on the porch where we'd just sit and talk.
Well, I love my old country,
yeah, the way it used to be.
Neighbors helping neighbors like one big family.
Old party lines on neighbors' phones were used for catching up,
and all the guys at the barber shop played chess and other stuff.
Well, the air outside was crisp and clean
and clothes hung out to dry.
Sheets back then smelled of nature's charm,
and dreams could reach the sky.
V-- [(C F)3 G C]3
CH-- C F C G C F G C
SOLO-- (C F)3 G C C F C G
