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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 Id sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town Hed tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown 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 Streets whitewashed windows and vacant stores Seems like there aint nobody wants to come down here no more Theyre closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they aint coming back to your hometown
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 10:44:36 +0000

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