G    G     C  G  D
D    D     G  D  C
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, this is your home town
D                              G    D    C     G
This is your hometown, 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 there was a gun
D                                             G     D   C
Words were passed, a shotgun blast / troubled times had come
   G               C  G    D
To my hometown, to my home town,
   D               G  D    C     G
To my hometown, to my 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
        C                               G
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
        C                                  G                 D
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back
   G              C    G    D
To your hometown, your home town,
   D                 G    D    C     G
To your hometown, to 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      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...
D         G    D    C
G    G     C  G  D
D    D     G  D  C
(repeat to fade)
										My Hometown accords
de Bruce Springsteen

