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INTRO E/A A E/A A D A E Esus E Esus E A D
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
E/A A E/A A D A E
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
Esus E Esus E A D
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
E/A A E/A A D A E
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
Esus E Esus E A D
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
A E/A A D A E
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
Esus E Esus E A D E/A A
In `65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing 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 had come to my hometown
My hometown, my hometown, my hometown
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
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Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
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They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
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Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to
D A E
Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five 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
CHORD FORMATIONS:
E/A x 0 2 1 0 0
A 0 0 2 2 2 0
Esus 0 2 2 2 0 0
E 0 2 2 1 0 0
D x 0 0 2 3 2
F#m 2 4 4 2 2 2 (Bar on 2nd fret)
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