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