I was eight years old
and 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 that big old Buick
and steer as we drove through town,
He'd tousle my hair
and say son take
a good look around
this is your hometown,
This is your hometown,
This is your hometown,
This is your hometown...

In '65 tension was running high
at my high school,
There was a lot of fights between
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
in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to
my hometown
To my hometown,
To my hometown,
To my hometown...

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows
and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody
wants to come down here no more.

They're closing down
the textile mill
across the railroad tracks,
Foreman says these jobs are going boys
and they 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
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 hometown...

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