Look what's going on in my hometown.

Nothing.


I changed my mind on the post.

what about that group sex club?

Your hometown must be a lot like mine.

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 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

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 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

name that artist!

I binged it!


It's Bruce Springsteen.

baseballmom wrote:

I binged it!


It's Bruce Springsteen.

I'm aging and can't hear or see as well as I used to, did you say you boinked it?

BINGed it. You know damn well I don't care for boinking.

The elderly jeesh.

baseballmom wrote:

BINGed it. You know damn well I don't care for boinking.

The elderly jeesh.

umm...how would I know that?

ready wrote:

baseballmom wrote:

BINGed it. You know damn well I don't care for boinking.

The elderly jeesh.

umm...how would I know that?

talk to baseballdad
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