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My Hometown - Bruce Springsteen
Written by：Bruce Springsteen
Eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
Sit on his lap in that big old Buick
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
65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights 'tween 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 then a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
This is my hometown
This is my hometown
This is 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
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is 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
