Greg Brown - Heart of my country

W^Ghen I was a child ^CI heard music A^Gnd I knew that it^D was coming from me too N^Gow everywhere I go I hear s^Come kind of music I^G don't know where ^Dit's coming fro^Gm, do you?

A^Gnd I used to sit by ^Cthe dim radio window W^Gaiting for the ^Dmagic hour to start Y^Gou can take ^Cthe heart out of my country Y^Gou can't ta^Dke the country out^G of my heart

W^Gell there comes a time when we all ^Chave to travel S^Gome to look fo^Dr home and some to hide T^Ghere was a war at ^Chome and a war across the ocean F^Gamili^Des were split fr^Gom the inside

A^Gnd we stood there holdin^Cg hands, signs and candles B^Gut soon enough our hands all^D had to part Y^Gou can take the heart^C out of this country B^Gut you can't take the cou^Dntry out of your he^Gart

W^Gell, it's more than ^Ccities, fields and mountains M^Gore than a place to ^Dview the farming man A^Gnd everyday I want to ^Cthank all the angels T^Ghat it's more than it^Ds congress and its pr^Gesident

A^Gnd I long to hear the ^Cmusic of its choir W^Ghen everyone shall ^Dstand and sing their part A^Gnd we can keep the^C heart in our country A^Gnd we can ke^Dep the c^Gountry in our heart A^Gnd we can ke^Dep the country^G in our heart