Dale Boyle - My Hometown lyrics

I was eight years old, running with a dime in my hand To the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man And 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" Your hometown This is your hometown Your hometown In '65, tension was running high at my high school There were fights between the black and white, there was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the backseat there was a gun Words were pa**ed, a shotgun blast, troubled times had come To my hometown To my hometown My hometown My hometown Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores Seems like there ain't anybody wants to come down here no more They're shutting down the textile mill 'cross the railroad tracks Foreman says, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back To your hometown" Last night me and Kate, we laid in bed, talking about getting out And packing up our bags, and maybe heading on down south I'm thirty-five, and I got a boy of my own now Last night, I sat him up behind the wheel and said, "Son, take a good look around This is your hometown" Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown