My Hometown Peter Stampfel
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[Verse 1]
I was eight years old
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
[Chorus]
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
[Verse 2]
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 was a gun
Words were passed, a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come
I was eight years old
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
[Chorus]
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
[Verse 2]
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 was a gun
Words were passed, a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come
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