My Hometown Neil Young
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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"
[Chorus]
Your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
[Verse 2]
In '65 tension was running high at my high school
There was lots of fights 'tween blacks and whites
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
And troubled times had come to my hometown
[Chorus]
My hometown
My hometown
To my hometown
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"
[Chorus]
Your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
[Verse 2]
In '65 tension was running high at my high school
There was lots of fights 'tween blacks and whites
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
And troubled times had come to my hometown
[Chorus]
My hometown
My hometown
To my hometown
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