在手机上保存，获得更好体验
My Hometown - Countdown Singers
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
