Bruce Springsteen - My Hometown: chords

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I was eight years old and running with
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a dime in my hand
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Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for
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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

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This is your hometown, this is your home town
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This is your hometown, this is your home town

In '65 tension was running high at my school
There was a lot of fights
'tween 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, a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come

To my hometown
To my hometown
My hometown
To my hometown

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Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant
stores
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Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down
here no more
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They're closing down the textile mill across
the railroad tracks
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Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they
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ain't coming back

To your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown

Last night me and Kate, we laid in bed,
talkin' 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"