Letra de My Hometown (Live at St. Rose of Lima School, Freehold, NJ - 11/8/1996)
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 and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair and say, "Son, take a good look aroundThis is your hometown" It's your hometown It's your hometown It's your hometownIn '65, tension was running high at my high school There were 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 backseat there was a gun Words were passed, a shotgun blast troubled times had comeTo my hometown To my hometown To my hometown To my hometownWell, Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores It Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks Foreman says, these jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming backTo your hometown To your hometown To your hometown To your hometownLast night me and Kate, we laid in bed, talking about 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" It's your hometown It's your hometown It's your hometownIt's your hometown It's your hometown It's your hometown It's your hometownThank you