Jason Ringenberg - 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 I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick, 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 in my high school There was a lot of fights between black and whites, 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 My hometown My hometown My hometown Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores Seems like there's nobody wants to come down here no more They're closing down the textile mills 'cross the railroad tracks Foreman said, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back To your hometown" Your hometown Your hometown To your hometown Last night, me and Kate, we laid in bed, talked 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" Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown