My Hometown

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I was eight years old and running 
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with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper
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 for my old man
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I'd sit on his lap in that big old 
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Buick and steer as we drove 
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through town
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He'd tousle my hair and say son 
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take a good look around
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This is your hometown, this is 
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your hometown, this is your 
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hometown, this is your hometown

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In `65 tension was running high at 
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my high school
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There was a lot of fights between 
the black and white there was 
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nothing you could do
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Two cars at a light on a Saturday 
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night in the back seat there was a
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 gun
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Words were passed in a shotgun 
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blast troubled times had come
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To my hometown, my hometown, my 
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hometown, my hometown

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Now Main Street's whitewashed 
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windows and vacant stores
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Seems like there ain't nobody wants
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 to come down here no more
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They're closing down the textile 
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mill across the railroad tracks
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Foreman says these jobs are going 
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boys and they ain't coming back to
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Your hometown, your hometown, 
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your hometown, your hometown

Last night me and Kate we laid in 
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bed talking about getting out
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Packing up our bags maybe heading 
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south
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I'm thirty-five we got a boy of 
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our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the 
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wheel and said son take a good 
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look around
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This is your hometown