My Hometown
 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
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
In that big old Buick, I'd sit on his lap and steer through town
He'd tousle my hair and say, "Son, take a good look around"
"This is your hometown"
"This is your hometown"
"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 nothin' 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
To my hometown
My hometown
To my hometown
Now Main Street's white-washed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
They closed down the textile mill 'cross the little Texas tracks
Foreman said, "These jobs are goin' boys, and they ain't comin' back"
"To your hometown"
"To your hometown"
"To your hometown"
"To your hometown"
Last night me and Mary, we laid in bed
Talked about getting out
Packin' up our bags, maybe headin' south
I'm thirty-five and we got a boy of our own now
Last night we drove him downtown and said
"Son, take a good look around"
"This is your hometown"
"This is your hometown"
"This is your hometown"
"This is your hometown"
"And though the world you may travel all around"
"This is your hometown"