My Hometown Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen

My Hometown Lyrics


    I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
    Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
    I'd sit on his lap in that big old buick and steer as we drove through town
    He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
    This is your hometown, this is your hometown
    This is your hometown, this is your hometown

    In `65 tension was running high at my high school
    There was a lot of fights between the black and white
    There was nothing you could do
    Two cars at a light on a saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
    Words were passed in a shotgun blast
    Troubled times had come to my hometown
    My hometown, my hometown, my hometown

    Now main street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
    Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
    They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
    Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to
    Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown

    Last night me and kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
    Packing up our bags maybe heading south
    I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
    Last night i sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good
    Look around
    This is your hometown

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