Karaoke skladba My Hometown od: Bruce Springsteen

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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.
This is your hometown,
this is your hometown,
this is your hometown.

In sixty five tension
was running high,
at my highschool,
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 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.“