作词 : Bruce Springsteen 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the busstop 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 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 back seat there was a gun Words were passed, in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come, to my hometown My hometown My hometown 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're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm 35, 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
作词 : Bruce Springsteen 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the busstop 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 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 back seat there was a gun Words were passed, in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come, to my hometown My hometown My hometown 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're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm 35, 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
