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