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My Hometown

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 Saturday night,

in the back seat there was a gun,

Words were passed,

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 35, we got a boy of our own now,

I'm 35, 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.

 

Columbia Records    Springsteen, Bruce. "My Hometown"Born in the U.S.A.