Neil Young - My Hometown lyrics

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"

Your hometown this is your hometown
This is your hometown

In '65 tension was running high
At my high school there was lots of fights
'tween blacks and whites
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
And troubled times had come to my hometown

My hometown my hometown
To 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 track
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 laid in bed
Talking about getting out
Packing up our bags and 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"