[ti:My Hometown]
[ar:Bruce Springsteen]

[00:17.83]I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
[00:25.89]Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
[00:34.00]I′d sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
[00:42.09]He′d tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
[00:54.32]This is your hometown
[00:58.89]This is your hometown
[01:02.78]This is your hometown
[01:11.15]In `65 tension was running high at my high school
[01:19.30]There was a lot of fights between the black and white
[01:23.21]There was nothing you could do
[01:27.50]Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
[01:35.56]Words were passed in a shotgun blast
[01:39.28]Troubled times had come to my hometown
[01:47.73]My hometown
[01:51.86]My hometown
[01:55.79]My hometown
[02:03.99]Now Main Street′s whitewashed windows and vacant stores
[02:12.06]Seems like there ain′t nobody wants to come down here no more
[02:20.25]They′re closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
[02:28.13]Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain′t coming back to your hometown
[02:40.69]Your hometown
[02:44.76]Your hometown
[02:48.88]Your hometown
[02:57.07]Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
[03:00.98]talking about getting out
[03:05.31]Packing up our bags maybe heading south
[03:13.38]I′m thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
[03:20.98]Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around
[03:31.82]This is your hometown