My Hometown (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - June/July 2000)
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I was eight years old, running with a dime in my hand
To 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
Tousle my hair, say, "Son, take a good look around"
This is your hometown
It's your hometown
This is your hometown
It's your hometown
In '65 tension was running high at my high school
Was a lot of fights 'tween the black and white, there was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the backseat there was a gun
Words were passed, shotgun blast, troubled times had come
Here in my hometown
For my hometown
To my hometown
In my hometown
How Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody want to come down here no more
Where they're closing down the textile mill 'cross the railroad tracks
Foreman says, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back"
To your hometown
In your hometown
To your hometown
In your hometown
Last night, me and Kate, we laid in bed, talking 'bout getting out
Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
I'm 35, 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
To 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
Tousle my hair, say, "Son, take a good look around"
This is your hometown
It's your hometown
This is your hometown
It's your hometown
In '65 tension was running high at my high school
Was a lot of fights 'tween the black and white, there was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the backseat there was a gun
Words were passed, shotgun blast, troubled times had come
Here in my hometown
For my hometown
To my hometown
In my hometown
How Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody want to come down here no more
Where they're closing down the textile mill 'cross the railroad tracks
Foreman says, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back"
To your hometown
In your hometown
To your hometown
In your hometown
Last night, me and Kate, we laid in bed, talking 'bout getting out
Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
I'm 35, 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:34.10] I was eight years old, running with a dime in my hand
[00:42.75] To the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
[00:51.33] I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick, steer as we drove through town
[01:00.17] Tousle my hair, say, "Son, take a good look around"
[01:08.31] This is your hometown
[01:12.54] It's your hometown
[01:17.23] This is your hometown
[01:21.24] It's your hometown
[01:29.81] In '65 tension was running high at my high school
[01:38.45] Was a lot of fights 'tween the black and white, there was nothing you could do
[01:47.29] Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the backseat there was a gun
[01:55.90] Words were passed, shotgun blast, troubled times had come
[02:03.78] Here in my hometown
[02:08.19] For my hometown
[02:12.65] To my hometown
[02:16.84] In my hometown
[02:25.49] How Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
[02:34.05] Seems like there ain't nobody want to come down here no more
[02:42.21] Where they're closing down the textile mill 'cross the railroad tracks
[02:50.99] Foreman says, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back"
[02:59.96] To your hometown
[03:03.82] In your hometown
[03:08.52] To your hometown
[03:12.55] In your hometown
[03:21.29] Last night, me and Kate, we laid in bed, talking 'bout getting out
[03:29.84] Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
[03:38.48] I'm 35, we got a boy of our own now
[03:46.95] Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said, "Son, take a good look around"
[03:57.44] This is your hometown
[04:03.79]
[00:42.75] To the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
[00:51.33] I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick, steer as we drove through town
[01:00.17] Tousle my hair, say, "Son, take a good look around"
[01:08.31] This is your hometown
[01:12.54] It's your hometown
[01:17.23] This is your hometown
[01:21.24] It's your hometown
[01:29.81] In '65 tension was running high at my high school
[01:38.45] Was a lot of fights 'tween the black and white, there was nothing you could do
[01:47.29] Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the backseat there was a gun
[01:55.90] Words were passed, shotgun blast, troubled times had come
[02:03.78] Here in my hometown
[02:08.19] For my hometown
[02:12.65] To my hometown
[02:16.84] In my hometown
[02:25.49] How Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
[02:34.05] Seems like there ain't nobody want to come down here no more
[02:42.21] Where they're closing down the textile mill 'cross the railroad tracks
[02:50.99] Foreman says, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back"
[02:59.96] To your hometown
[03:03.82] In your hometown
[03:08.52] To your hometown
[03:12.55] In your hometown
[03:21.29] Last night, me and Kate, we laid in bed, talking 'bout getting out
[03:29.84] Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
[03:38.48] I'm 35, we got a boy of our own now
[03:46.95] Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said, "Son, take a good look around"
[03:57.44] This is your hometown
[04:03.79]