My Hometown Lyrics

Song Text:

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
This is your hometown
This is your
hometown
This is your hometown

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
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
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