Bruce Springsteen - My Hometown lyrics

I was eight years old and running with

A dime in my hand into the busstop

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 (3x).

In '65 tension was running high at my highschool

There was a lot of fights between 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.

My hometown (3x).

Now Main Street's white washed

Windows and vacant stores

Seems like there ain't nobody

Wants to come down here no more

They 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

Your hometown (3x).

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed

Talking about getting out

Packing up our bags maybe heading south

I'm 35 we got a boy of our own now

Last night I sat him up, behind a wheel

And said son take a good look around.

This is your hometown.