GCGD
1. I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand,
GDC
into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man.
G
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick,
CGD
and steer as we drove through town.
GDC
He'd tousle my hair and say, "Son, take a good look around !
GCGD
This is your hometown, this is your hometown,
GDC - G
this is your hometown, this is your hometown."
GCGD
2. In '65 tension was running high at my high school,
there was a lot of fights between the black and white,
GDC
there was nothing you could do.
G
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night,
CGD
in the back seat there was a gun,
GDC
words were passed, a shotgun blast, troubled times had come,
GCGD
to my hometown, to my hometown,
GDC - G
Ken je een betere of completere versie? Stuur 'm in