I
can't help the fact that it don't rain in your small town
Can't help the way you help yourself
when you're only letting you down
I can't help the way that I've been writing all these tunes
My country ain't music to you
Spinning all these languages and phrases round my head
The only comments you made were on my shirt and my earring
I ain't here to please you,
I'm just doing what I do
And my country ain't music to you
But open up your boundaries and let the people in
Just make a pot of coffee and hear the children sing
I never tried to be anything I'm not
But you put me on this pedestal then said I've lost the plot
Why are you so scared of me trying something new?
My country ain't country to you
But open up your boundaries and let the people
in
Just make a cup of coffee and hear the children
sing
I
never tried to be anything I'm not
I
love all the weirdos of this world
If you had a conversation,
could it really hurt?
Just listen to their stories,
man,
it might just help you through
When my country ain't country to you
But open up your boundaries and let the people in
Just pour a pot of coffee and hear the children scream
About this situation and we're leaving it all to them
What does that look like in 2052?
If my country ain't country to you?