MY HOMETOWN

Take 2

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 I'd 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
The world you may travel around, but 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 the 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 little Texas tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to

To your hometown, to your hometown, to your hometown, to your hometown

Now there's a hill outside of town where me and my wife
Watch the stars rising brightly in the black endless sky
I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own
Last night I drove through town
Sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around

This is your hometown, this is your hometown
The world you may travel around but this is your hometown
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
The world you may travel around but this is your hometown
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
The world you may travel around but this is your hometown

The above lyrics are for one of the many rockabilly takes of this song that Springsteen recorded. See also take 1 and the album version.