My Hometown

Intro: C 



[Verso 1]
 
C                                        F          G 
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand 
                                         C      F 
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man 
    C                                    F           C             G 
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick steer as we drove through town 
                                         C          F 
He'd tousle my hair and say "Son, take a good look around" 



[Refrão]
 
         C                      F    C   G 
"This is your hometown, this is your hometown 
                               C        F       C 
This is your hometown, this is your hometown" 
 


[Verso 2]
 
C                                  F  C    G 
In '65 tension was running high at my high school 
                                                              C       G         F 
There was a lot of fights 'tween the black and white, there's nothing you could do 
    C                                           F         C           G 
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the back seat there was a gun 
                                    C                  F 
Words were passed, a shotgun blast, troubled times had come  



[Refrão]

   C               F  C   G 
To my hometown, to my hometown 
                C  G   F     C 
My hometown, to my hometown 


[Ponte]
 
    Am                                    C 
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores 
Am                                          C 
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more 
        F                              C 
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks 
    F                                             C                 G 
The foreman says "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back"  


[Refrão]

    C                 F    C   G 
"To your hometown, to your hometown 
                     C    G   F      C 
To your hometown, to your hometown" 


[Verso 3]
 
C                                   F          C       G 
Last night me and Kate, lai in bed, talk about getting out 
                     C             F 
Packing up our bags, maybe heading south 
    C                            F   C    G 
I'm thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now 
                                                         C                 F 
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said, "Son, take a good look around 
        C 
This is your hometown"