(intro) ADAEAEDADAE
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
AED
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
ADAE
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
EAED
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
ADAEAEDA
This is your hometown, this is your hometown, this is your hometown, this is your hometown
ADAE
In `65 tension was running high at my high school
AED
There was a lot of fights between the black and white there was nothing you could do
ADAE
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
EAED
Words were passed in a shotgun blast troubled times had come
ADAEAEDA
To my hometown, my hometown, my hometown, my hometown
F#mA
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
F#mA
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
DA
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
DAE
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to
ADAEAEDA
Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown
DAE
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
AED
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
ADAE
I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
AED
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around
A A A D A E E E A E D (repeat to fade)
This is your hometown