My hometown

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1. I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand,
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    into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man.
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    I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick,
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    and steer as we drove through town.
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    He'd tousle my hair and say, "Son, take a good look around !
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    This is your hometown, this is your hometown,
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    this is your hometown, this is your hometown."
 
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2.  In '65 tension was running high at my high school,
                                                                  
    there was a lot of fights between the black and white,
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    there was nothing you could do.
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    Two cars at a light on a Saturday night,
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    in the back seat there was a gun,
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    words were passed, a shotgun blast, troubled times had come,
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    to my hometown, to my hometown,
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    to my hometown, to my hometown.
 
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    Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores,
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    seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more.
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    They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks,
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 foreman says, "These jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back,
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    to your hometown, to your hometown,
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    to your hometown, to your hometown."
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3. Last night me and Kate we laid in bed, talking about getting out,
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    packing up our bags maybe heading south.
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    I'm thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now,
                                 
    last night I sat him up behind the wheel ,
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    and said, " Son, take a good look around - -.
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    this is your hometown.
 
(capo 2nd)            
 
    (Bruce Springsteen)