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My Hometown

Bruce Springsteen

 

Intro: / G - - - / - - - - / C - G - / D - - - /

       / D - - - / - - - - / G - D - / C - - - /

 

 

      G (2)                               C (1/2)  G (1/2)   D

I was eight years old and running with a dime      in my    hand

          D (2)                           G (1/2)  D (1/2)   C

Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my        old      man

     G (2)

I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and

   C (1/2)    G (1/2)      D

steer as we drove through town

      D (2)                                  G (1/2)  D (1/2)   C

He'd tousle my hair and he'd say son take a good     look    around

 

 

/ G - - - / - - - - /

 

G (2)                               C (1/2)  G (1/2)   D

In '65 tension was running high at my       high    school

             D (2)                                                                                               

There was a lot of fights between the black and white there was

 G (1/2)  D (1/2)   C

nothing  you could do

     G (2)                                      C (1/2)   G (1/2)   D

Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat was a     gun

  D (2)                                     G (1/2)  D (1/2)   C

Words were passed a shotgun blast troubled times    had       come

 

 

/ G - - - / - - - - /

 

Bridge:

     Em (2)                                G (2)

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores

       Em (2)                           G (2)

Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more

          C (2)                                   G (2)

They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks

         C (2)                               G                D

Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to

 

 

/ G - - - / - - - - /

 

      G (2)                            C (1/2)       G (1/2)   D

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting   out

 D (2)                     G (1/2)  D (1/2)   C

Packing up our bags maybe head  -  ing       south

      G (2)                     C (1/2)  G (1/2)   D

I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our      own      now

              D (2)

Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said

 G (1/2)    D (1/2)    C (2)

son take a good look around

 

       / G - - - / - - - - / C - G - / D - - - /

This is your hometown

 

/ D - - - / - - - - / G - D - / C - - - /

/ G - - - / - - - - / C - G - / D - - - /

/ D - - - / - - - - / G - D - / C - - - /

 

End on G

 

 

 

This file is the author's own work and represents his interpretation of this song. It's intended solely for private study, scholarship or research.