My Hometown (Live at LA Coliseum, Los Angeles, CA - September 1985)

歌詞

I was eight years old and runnin' with A dime in my hand To the bus stop to pick up a paper For my old man I'd sit in his lap In that big old Buick And steer as we drove through town He'd tossle my hair And say, son take A good look around This is your home town This is your home town This is your home town This is your home town In '65, tension was runnin' high At my high school There was lot of fights Tween 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 home town My home town My home town My home town Now Main Street's whitewashed windows And vacant stores Seems like there ain't nobody Who wants to come down here no more They're closin' down the textile mill 'cross the railroad tracks Foreman said these jobs are goin' boys And they ain't comin' back To your home town Your home town Your home town Your home town Last nite, me and Kate We lay in bed And talked about gettin' out Packin up our bags Maybe headin' South I'm thirty five We got a boy Of our own now Last night I set him up Behind the wheel And said, son take a good look around This is your home town