My Hometown (Springsteen on Broadway)

I was eight-years-old and runnin' away 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

We'd steer as he drove through town

Tousle my hair, and say, "son, take a good look around"

This is your hometown

Your hometown

Your hometown

In '65, tension was runnin' high at my high school

There was a lotta fights between the black and white

There was nothin' you could do

Two cars at a light, a Saturday night

In the backseat, there was a gun

Words were passed and a shotgun blast

Troubled times had come

To my hometown

Yeah, to my hometown

To 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 closin' down the rug mill 'cross the railroad tracks

Foreman says these jobs are gone, boys

And they ain't comin' back

To your hometown

To your hometown

To your hometown

Last night, me and Kate, we laid in bed

Talkin' 'bout gettin' out

Packin' up our bags, maybe headin' south

I'm 35, we've got a boy of our own now

Last night I sat him up behind the wheel

Said, "son, take a good look around"

This is your hometown

Your hometown

This is your hometown