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I was eight years old 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 a big old Buick Steer as we drove through town tousle my hair say son take a good look a round This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown Your home town In sixty five tension was running high at my high school There was lot of fights between black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars in a lot on a Saturday night back seat there was a gun Words were passed shotgun blast Troubled times had come To my hometown My home town My home town my home town Now main street white washed windows and vacant stores Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more They're closing down the textile mill 'cross the railway track Forman says these jobs are going boys and they arn't coming back Your home town Your home town Your home town Your home town 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 home town. |
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