Bruce Springsteen — My Hometown Chords

My Hometown
Bruce Springsteen

Intro:  E   A A     E  A A     D A  E,   Esus E E   Esus 
E    A  E  D

Verse 1:
             E     A      A         E     A 
   A        D     A         E
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Esus     E     E         Esus          E  
        A    E    D
Into the bus stop to picks up a paper for my old man
     E        A   A              E     A   
             D                 A                   E
I'd sit on his lap in that  big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
         Esus   E    E    Esus E     
   A              E               D
He'd tousle my hair and  he'd say son take a good look around
                     A                           D      A     
 E
This is your hometown, this is your home town
            Esus  E      E       Esus  E    
  E                   A     E        D         A
This is your hometown,  your hometown , this is your home town

Verse 2:
 E A/A   E               A           
        D     A      E
In 65    tension was running high at my high school
Esus            E        E         Esus          E            E
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
                    A        E               D
There was nothing you could do
E      A           A     E     A            
A                 D              A      E
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat was a gun
Esus     E     E       Esus   E         E
Words were passed  a    shotgun blast
                A        E    D                      A
Troubled times had come . to my hometown
D    A       E     Esus  E       E 
 Esus  E    E        A     E        
        A
My hometown, my hometown, my hometown,  my hometown

Chorus:
         F#m                                                            A
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
                           F#m                                        A
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
             D                                             A
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
               D                                                      
                        E
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to

E       A      A       E       A     
       D     A      E       Esus  E     E       Esus  E     E
Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown
A      E      D
your hometown
Verse 3:
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

T.Teates/ Las Vegas 06