My hometown - Bruce Springsteen

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 sixtyfive 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 uh

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

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 are going boys

And they ain't coming back to your hometown

To 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 thirtyfive 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