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NOTE: Taken from the book Springsteen Complete.
INTRO MI/LA LA MI/LA LA RE LA MI MIsus MI MIsus MI LA RE
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
MI/LA LA MI/LA LA RE LA MI
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
MIsus MI MIsus MI LA RE
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
MI/LA LA MI/LA LA RE LA MI
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
MIsus MI MIsus MI LA RE
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
LA MI/LA LA RE LA MI
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
MIsus MI MIsus MI LA RE MI/LA LA
In `65 tension was running high at my high school
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, my hometown, my hometown
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
FA#m MI/LA LA MI/LA LA
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
FA#m MI/LA LA MI/LA LA
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
RE MI/LA LA MI/LA LA
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to
RE LA MI
Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, 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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