Title: My Hometown
Subtitle:
Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Album: Born In The USA
Author: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright:
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Instructions:
Notices: Guitar 1: Keyboards arranged for Guitar
Guitar 2: Rythm Guitar
Guitar 3: Solo during the bridge...

Words:
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 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 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 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

Tempo: 120 BPM
Tracks: 9
Instruments:
Bars: 123

Lyric

Oh, no cannonballs did fly, no rifles cut us down
No bombs fell from the sky, no blood soaked the ground
No powder flash blinded the eye, no deathly thunder sound
But just as sure as the hand of God, they brought death to my hometown
They brought death to my hometown, boys

No shells ripped the evening sky, no cities burning down
No armies stormed the shores for which we'd die
No dictators were crowned
I awoke from a quiet night, I never heard a sound
Marauders raided in the dark and brought death to my hometown, boys
Death to my hometown

They destroyed our families' factories and they took our homes
They left our bodies on the plains, the vultures picked our bones

So listen up, my sonny boy, be ready for when they come
For they'll be returning sure as the rising sun
Now get yourself a song to sing and sing it 'til you're done
Yeah, sing it hard and sing it well
Send the robber barons straight to hell
The greedy thieves who came around
And ate the flesh of everything they found
Whose crimes have gone unpunished now
Who walk the streets as free men now

Ah, they brought death to our hometown, boys
Death to our hometown, boys
Death to our hometown, boys
Death to our hometown, whoa!