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)
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