Song | My Hometown |
Artist | Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band |
Album | Live 1975-85 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen | |
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 | |
My hometown | |
My hometown | |
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 | |
Your hometown | |
Your hometown | |
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 |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
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 | |
My hometown | |
My hometown | |
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 | |
Your hometown | |
Your hometown | |
Your hometown | |
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed | |
talking about getting out | |
Packing up our bags maybe heading south | |
I' m thirtyfive 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 |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
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 | |
My hometown | |
My hometown | |
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 | |
Your hometown | |
Your hometown | |
Your hometown | |
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed | |
talking about getting out | |
Packing up our bags maybe heading south | |
I' m thirtyfive 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 |