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Author/Artist: Bruce Springsteen w/ Eddie Vedder
Title: My Hometown
Album: 9/25/02
Written For: www.giventowail.com
Transcribed by: not by Rick Posey
Email: not rick@giventowail.com

NOTE:  Taken from the book Springsteen Complete.

Chords:
E/A   x 0 2 1 0 0
A     0 0 2 2 2 0
Esus  0 2 2 2 0 0
E     0 2 2 1 0 0
D     x 0 0 2 3 2
F#m   2 4 4 2 2 2 

Intro:
E/A A     E/A A     D  A  E  Esus E    Esus E    A    D

      E/A   A 		  E/A A		 D    A     E
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand

         Esus E          Esus E	   	 A	D
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
 
    E/A   A 		   E/A A 	     D           A             E
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town

     Esus E             Esus E	       A	  D
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around

        A		E/A A           D    A   E
This is your hometown, 		this is your hometown

        Esus E          Esus E          A        D     E/A  A
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

    F#m					  E/A A           E/A  A
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores

      F#m				    E/A  A		 E/A  A
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more

        D			       E/A       A	         E/A  A
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks

        D				   A		     E
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