My Hometown
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โฑ๏ธ 4:13 duration
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๐ Lyrics
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, steer as we drove through town
Tousle my hair, 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
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
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 'cross the railroad tracks
Foreman says, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back"
To your hometown
Your hometown
To your hometown
To 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
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
Tousle my hair, 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
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
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 'cross the railroad tracks
Foreman says, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back"
To your hometown
Your hometown
To your hometown
To 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
[00:15.25] I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
[00:22.99] Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
[00:31.37] I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick, steer as we drove through town
[00:39.78] Tousle my hair, say, "Son, take a good look around"
[00:48.58] This is your hometown
[00:52.90] This is your hometown
[00:57.14] This is your hometown
[01:01.37] This is your hometown
[01:09.67] In '65 tension was running high at my high school
[01:17.06] Was a lot of fights 'tween the black and white, there was nothing you could do
[01:24.21] Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the backseat there was a gun
[01:33.04] Words were passed, shotgun blast, troubled times had come
[01:41.43] To my hometown
[01:46.17] To my hometown
[01:50.12] To my hometown
[01:53.96] To my hometown
[02:02.19] Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
[02:09.63] Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
[02:18.40] They're closing down the textile mill 'cross the railroad tracks
[02:24.96] Foreman says, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back"
[02:35.16] To your hometown
[02:39.21] Your hometown
[02:43.28] To your hometown
[02:47.07] To your hometown
[02:55.19] Last night me and Kate, we laid in bed talking 'bout getting out
[03:03.21] Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
[03:11.00] I'm 35, we got a boy of our own now
[03:18.83] Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said "Son, take a good look around"
[03:28.69] This is your hometown
[03:43.67]
[00:22.99] Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
[00:31.37] I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick, steer as we drove through town
[00:39.78] Tousle my hair, say, "Son, take a good look around"
[00:48.58] This is your hometown
[00:52.90] This is your hometown
[00:57.14] This is your hometown
[01:01.37] This is your hometown
[01:09.67] In '65 tension was running high at my high school
[01:17.06] Was a lot of fights 'tween the black and white, there was nothing you could do
[01:24.21] Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the backseat there was a gun
[01:33.04] Words were passed, shotgun blast, troubled times had come
[01:41.43] To my hometown
[01:46.17] To my hometown
[01:50.12] To my hometown
[01:53.96] To my hometown
[02:02.19] Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
[02:09.63] Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
[02:18.40] They're closing down the textile mill 'cross the railroad tracks
[02:24.96] Foreman says, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back"
[02:35.16] To your hometown
[02:39.21] Your hometown
[02:43.28] To your hometown
[02:47.07] To your hometown
[02:55.19] Last night me and Kate, we laid in bed talking 'bout getting out
[03:03.21] Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
[03:11.00] I'm 35, we got a boy of our own now
[03:18.83] Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said "Son, take a good look around"
[03:28.69] This is your hometown
[03:43.67]