附注:
Guitar 1: Keyboards arranged for Guitar
Guitar 2: Rythm Guitar
Guitar 3: Solo during the bridge...
Words:
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
