My Hometown

Intro: C [Verso 1] C F G I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand C F Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man C F C G I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick steer as we drove through town C F He'd tousle my hair and say "Son, take a good look around" [Refrão] C F C G "This is your hometown, this is your hometown C F C This is your hometown, this is your hometown" [Verso 2] C F C G In '65 tension was running high at my high school C G F There was a lot of fights 'tween the black and white, there's nothing you could do C F C G Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the back seat there was a gun C F Words were passed, a shotgun blast, troubled times had come [Refrão] C F C G To my hometown, to my hometown C G F C My hometown, to my hometown [Ponte] Am C Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores Am C Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more F C They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks F C G The foreman says "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back" [Refrão] C F C G "To your hometown, to your hometown C G F C To your hometown, to your hometown" [Verso 3] C F C G Last night me and Kate, lai in bed, talk about getting out C F Packing up our bags, maybe heading south C F C G I'm thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now C F Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said, "Son, take a good look around C This is your hometown"