BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - My Hometown lyrics

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I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand<br>Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man<br>I'd sit on his lap in that big old buick and steer as we drove through town<br>He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around<br>This is your hometown, this is your hometown<br>This is your hometown, this is your hometown<br><br>In `65 tension was running high at my high school<br>There was a lot of fights between the black and white<br>There was nothing you could do<br>Two cars at a light on a saturday night in the back seat there was a gun<br>Words were passed in a shotgun blast<br>Troubled times had come to my hometown<br>My hometown, my hometown, my hometown<br><br>Now main street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores<br>Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more<br>They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks<br>Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to<br>Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown<br><br>Last night me and kate we laid in bed talking about getting out<br>Packing up our bags maybe heading south<br>I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now<br>Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good<br>Look around<br>This is your hometown