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

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