Bruce Springsteen - My hometown

^GI was eight years old and running with a ^Cdime ^Gin my ^Dhand ^DInto the bus stop to pick up a paper for ^Gmy o^Dld ^Cman ^GI'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and ^Csteer as we ^Gdrove through ^Dtown ^DHe'd tousle my hair and he'd say son take a ^Ggood ^Dlook ^Caround

^GThis is your hometown, ^Cyour ^Ghome ^Dtown ^DThis is your hometown, ^Gyour ^Dhome ^Ctown, ^Gthis is your home town

^GIn 65 tension was running high at ^Cmy ^Ghigh ^Dschool ^DThere was a lot of fights between the black and white / there was ^Gnothing ^Dyou could ^Cdo ^GTwo cars at a light on a Saturday night in the ^Cback seat ^Gwas a ^Dgun ^DWords were passed a shotgun blast / troubled ^Gtimes ^Dhad ^Ccome

To ^Gmy hometown, ^Cmy ^Ghome ^Dtown, My ^Dhometown, ^Gmy ^Dhome ^Ctown, ^Gmy hometown

^EmNow Main Street's whitewashed windows and vac^Gant stores ^EmSeems like there ain't nobody wants to come down^G here no more ^EmThey're closing down the textile mill across the ^Grailroad tracks ^CForeman says these jobs are going boys and^G they ain't^C coming^D back to

^GYour hometown, ^Cyour ^Ghome ^Dtown, your ^Dhometown, ^Gyour ^Dhome ^Ctown, ^Gyour hometown

^GLast night me and Kate we laid in bed ^Ctalking about ^Ggetting ^Dout ^DPacking up our bags ^Gmaybe ^Dheading ^Csouth ^GI'm thirty-five we got a boy of ^Cour ^Gown ^Dnow ^DLast night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a ^Ggood ^Dlook ^Caround

This is ^Gyour hometown, ^Cyour ^Ghome ^Dtown, your ^Dhometown, ^Gyour ^Dhome ^Ctown, ^Gyour hometown