Paroles de My Hometown

Bruce Springsteen
Thanks
Thanks a lot
One, two
One, two, three, four
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 backseat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
To my hometown
To my hometown
To 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 'cross the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys
And they ain't coming back to your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown
To 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
InterprèteBruce Springsteen
LabelBruce Springsteen
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My Hometown
Ma ville natale
InterprèteBruce Springsteen
LabelBruce Springsteen
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