My Hometown [Bruce Springsteen Cover] lyrics

I was eight years old and running with

A dime in my hand

To the bus stop to pick up a paper

For my old man

I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick

Steer as we drove through town

He'd tousle my hair and said, "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 are a lot of fights between black and white

There was nothing you could do

Two cars in a light on a Saturday night

In back seat was a gun

Words were passed, shotgun blast

Troubled times had come to my hometown

To my hometown

To my hometown

To 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 they're going, boys

And they ain't coming back to your hometown

To your hometown

To your hometown

To your hometown

Last night me and Kate, we laid in bed

Talking 'bout 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"

This is your hometown

This is your hometown

This is your hometown

It's your hometown

This is your hometown

This is your hometown