My Hometown
Bruce Springsteen"My Hometown" is a song by Bruce Springsteen, released in 1984 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:31 long and contains 36 lines and 243 words.
0:17Eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
0:25Bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
0:33Sit on his lap in that big old Buick
0:37Steer as we drove through town
0:42He'd tousle my hair and say
0:44Son take a good look around
0:50This is your hometown
0:54This is your hometown
0:58This is your hometown
1:02This is your hometown
1:1165 tension was running high at my high school
1:19There was a lot of fights 'tween the black and white
1:23There was nothing you could do
1:27Two cars at a light on a Saturday night
1:31In the back seat there was a gun
1:35Words were passed then a shotgun blast
1:39Troubled times had come to my hometown
1:47This is my hometown
1:51This is my hometown
1:55This is my hometown
2:04Now main street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
2:12Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
2:20They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
2:28Foreman says these jobs are going boys
2:32And they ain't coming back
2:36To your hometown
2:40This is your hometown
2:44This is your hometown
2:48This is your hometown
2:56Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
3:00Talking about getting out
3:05Packing up our bags maybe heading south
3:13I'm thirty five we got a boy of our own now
3:20Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said
3:25Son take a good look around
3:31This is your hometown
Eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man Sit on his lap in that big old Buick 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 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 then a shotgun blast Troubled times had come to my hometown This is my hometown This is my hometown This is 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'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 This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown Last night me and Kate we laid in bed Talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm thirty five we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said Son take a good look around This is your hometown
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