• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• My Hometown - Bruce Springsteen
• My Hometown - Bowling For Soup
• My Hometown - Eskobar
• My Hometown - Unbunny
• My Hometown - Whiskeytown
• My Hometown - Charlie Robison
• My Hometown - Carentin
• My Hometown - Ferlin Husky

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 hometownIn '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 backto 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

This song goes out to my good friends,
Especially the ones I had before the Grammy nominations in 2003
And all the girls from back in high school,
Who actually spoke to me,
Even though I was a fat kid and a marching band geek.
I hope this song finds you well.
And I hope that you're doin’ fuckin’ swell.
I hope that you’re back up if you've ever been down.
And I hope that you got the fuck out of our hometown.
Here comes a shout out to the professor,
Who said "Son pick a path and stay the same, cause charisma is the key to opportunity"
And to all the clubs that let us play.
To our family and friends and the music stores,
For giving us gear when we couldn't pay.
I hope this song finds you well.
And I hope that you're doin’ fuckin’ swell.
I hope that you're back up if you've ever been down.
And I hope you got the fuck out of our hometown.
You know I can't count how many times I’ve heard people say (heard people say)
“Be proud of where you're from, you're gonna put us on the map”
But where the hell were you back in the day, (back in the day)
No one came to see us,
So we got the hell out of there.
So there you have it.
t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t
This song goes out to my big brother.
For putting up with me following you around.
And making me smile when things at home weren't great
And not getting pissed when I humped your girlfriend
For letting me take your car to the prom.
For beating up the guys that hung my bike in a tree
For hand-me-down down albums and guitars with no strings
For never beating the shit outta me
I hope this song finds you well.
And I hope that you're doin fuckin swell.
I hope that you're back up cause I know you've been down.
I just wish you'd get the fuck out of our hometown.
I hope you get the fuck out of our hometown.
I'm so glad I got the fuck out of our hometown.
You know what I’m talking about don’t ya?

This is my home town song, a how it's like at home song
spending hours all alone, waiting by the phone
it's hard to say come closer, when you're so far away
and sometimes it's hard to remember that
tomorrow's as close as yesterday
this is my home town
this is my home town
this is my home town
this is my home town
I'm dossing up and down these streets, where nothing ever seems to change
where wet grass meets dust and dirt, that's where love no longer hurts
I've never been a loner, at least I never wanted to be one
so what ever you do, remember one thing
my home is where my heart is and
this is my home town
this is my home town
this is my home town

i'm out on the streets of my hometown
shielding drizzle with soggy sleeves
all of my friends
have crawled away
nothing you could do
would make me stay
flying over my hometown
i should have dropped a bomb
i never liked you
the old town anyway
i'd drop this bomb
but i'm too far away

On back down in my hometown
Everybody's feelin' it bad
No new breaks, whatever it takes
Not to have to sway it on a classified ad
Hey there Ma and Pa, here I am
Money's running out, all the same
I just close my eyes and bring it on home again
Up real late in New York state
Talkin' to my baby at night
She keeps me warm and protects me from harm
Love just keeps on rollin' when the money gets tight
Hey there Ma and Pa, where I am
Money's running out, all the same
I just close my eyes and bring it on home again
Oh, Mrs. Memory just take me on down
Back to the shanties and the cars by the lake
Oh, Mrs. Memory just take me on back
Back to my baby and make it okay
Yeah, just make it okay
On back down in my hometown
Everybody's feelin' the same
Good money spent, on keepin' the rent
Sent in to the man under a week late
Hey there Ma and Pa, where I am
Money's running out, all the same
I just close my eyes and bring it on home again

Well, I had a buddy back in '81 and we made ourselves a pact
We were heading for the new pipeline we were never coming back
Well we worked 80 hours making time and a half
But La Grange was too damn hot
We drove back home at the end of that week and we spent it all on pot
So I'll see you in Houston If I ever get out that way
I'll see you in Dallas but I won't have long to stay
If you're ever out west son and your feeling like slowing down
I'll see you around, around my hometown
Well, I played ball every single fall I could run just like the wind
Went to college like they asked me too but they didn't ask my friends
Don't think I seen a single classroom but I drank a lot of beer
My buddies still love to listen to me when I talk about that year
So I'll see you in Houston If I ever get out that way
I'll see you in Dallas but I won't have long to stay
If you're ever out west son and your feeling like slowing down
I'll see you around, around my hometown
Now I got myself a little band and we're pretty good I guess
But I never learned how to wear my hair and I never learned how to dress
So I'm leaving for the last time honey I'm never more to roam
Gonna pack my bags a little heavy
This time gonna head my ass back home
So I'll see you in Nashville if I ever get out that way
I'll see you in Austin but I won't have long to stay
If you're ever out west son and your feeling like slowing down
I'll see you around, around my hometown

Johnny was a runner
but he never ran far
Always told people about the stairs for his scars
Always sat alone, for Mom and Dad live in bars
But his sanity is safe, locked beyond the stars
Mommy was a asshole
Daddy was a prick
The two of them together was enough to make you sick
Johnny always thought it was his fauly
But he didn't get a choice
No, he did not get to pick...Them!
Stuck inside a suburbean nightmare
Trapped within a suburbean hell
With the creatures in the neighborhood
That stole your youth
And now that you've grown up
It's so hard to show the proof
With vices on your lips
And collars 'round your neck
And al the countless times
He put you on the deck
Deep in my suburbean nightmare
Drowning in my suburbean hell
With the creatures in the neighboor
That stole your mind
And now that you've grown up
Every thought is like a grind
Like a grain of salt
Over your shoulder
Into another's eyes
Carefully deplicting

I wonder if there's anyone remembers me in my hometown
I wonder what the folks would say if I wandered in and just moseyd around
I wonder if they look at me and say what's your name haven't we met before
To me it would seem like a beautiful dream to be in my hometown
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I'd like to see the little house where I was born in my hometown
I'd like to wade the creek again and see where I hid all the treasures I'd found
I wanna just remember all the places I knew when I was a kid