My Hometown

Bruce Springsteen

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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
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 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 Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
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 back to your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five 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


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Chart History

Chart DatePosition
1985-12-0755
1985-12-1444
1985-12-2132
1985-12-2816
1986-01-0416
1986-01-1113
1986-01-1811
1986-01-256
1986-02-016
1986-02-0813
1986-02-1524
1986-02-2241
1986-03-0155
1986-03-0875
1986-03-1588

Peak Position: #6
Number of Weeks on Chart: 15