I WAS EIGHT YEARS OLD
AND RUNNIN' 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
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
RUNNIN' HIGH
AT MY HIGH SCHOOL
THERE WAS A LOT
OF FIGHTS
BETWEEN THE BLACK
AND WHITE
THERE WAS NOTHIN'
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
THEY 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 MILLS
'CROSS THE
RAILROAD TRACKS
FOREMAN SAID
THESE JOBS
ARE GOIN' BOYS
AND THEY AIN'T
COMIN' BACK
TO YOUR HOMETOWN
YOUR HOMETOWN
YOUR HOMETOWN
YOUR HOMETOWN
LAST NIGHT
ME AND KATE
WE LAID IN BED
TALKIN' 'BOUT
GETTIN' OUT
PACKIN' UP
OUR BAGS
AND MAYBE HEADIN'
SOUTH
I'M THIRTY-FIVE
WE GOT A BOY
OF OUR OWN NOW
LAST NIGHT I SAT HIM UP
BEHIND THE WHEEL
SAID SON
TAKE A GOOD LOOK
AROUND
THIS IS YOUR HOMETOWN