My Hometown lyrics - 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

In that big old Buick, I'd sit on his lap

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

Your hometown

This is your hometown."

In '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, in a shotgun blast

Troubled times had come to my hometown

To my hometown

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 closed down the textile mill 'cross the little Texas tracks

Foreman said, "These jobs are going, boys

And they ain't coming back

To your hometown

To your hometown

To your hometown

To your hometown."

Last night me and Mary, we laid in bed

Talked about getting out

Packing up our bags. Maybe, heading south

I'm thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now

Last night we drove him downtown and said

"Son, take a good look around

This is your hometown

This is your hometown

This is your hometown

This is your hometown

And though the world you may travel all around

This is your hometown."