<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=58155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Hometown</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand<br>Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man<br>Id sit on his lap in that big old buick and steer as we drove through town<br>Hed tousle my hair and say son take a good look around<br>This is your hometown, this is your hometown<br>This is your hometown, this is your hometown<br>In '65 tension was running high at my high school<br>There was a lot of fights between the black and white<br>There was nothing you could do<br>Two cars at a light on a saturday night in the back seat there was a gun<br>Words were passed in a shotgun blast<br>Troubled times had come to my hometown<br>My hometown, my hometown, my hometown<br>Now main streets whitewashed windows and vacant stores<br>Seems like there aint nobody wants to come down here no more<br>Theyre closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks<br>Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they aint coming back to<br>Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown<br>Last night me and kate we laid in bed talking about getting out<br>Packing up our bags maybe heading south<br>Im thirty-five we got a boy of our own now<br>Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good<br>Look around<br>This is your hometown</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bruce Springsteen - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=58155" data-title="My Hometown" data-description="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 Id sit on his lap in that big old buick and steer as we drove through town Hed tousle my hair and say son take a good look around This is ..."></div> </div> </div>

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