My Hometown Bruce Springsteen

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[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
In '65 tension was running high at my 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, a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come
To my hometown
To my hometown
My hometown
To my hometown

[Bridge]
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
To your hometown
To your hometown"