Chords for OLLIE AUSTIN MY HOMETOWN
Tempo:
113.85 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Bm
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
He was eight years old and I was running with [G] a [D] dime in [A] my hand.
I stopped to pick up the paper [D] for my [G] old man.
[D] I sat on his lap in a big old Buick.
[G] We [D] steered as we drove [A] through town.
He'd dowdle my hair, he'd say, son, [D] take a good look [G] around.
[D] This is your hometown.
[G] It's [D] your
[A] hometown.
Your hometown.
[Em] [D] This is your
[G] hometown.
[D]
In sixty-five, tension was running high [G] in my [D] high [A] school.
There were louder fights between the blacks and whites, but [D] there was nothing that you [G] could do
[D] to cause her to lie on a Saturday night.
[G] On the back [D] seat there [A] was a gun.
The words were passed.
There was a shotgun blast.
The [D] troubled times, [G] they'd come.
[D] My hometown.
[G] To [D] my [A] hometown.
My hometown.
[D] To my [G] hometown.
[D]
[Bm] Now Main Street, whitewashed windows, [D] they've got vacant stores.
[Bm] It seems like there ain't nobody that wants to [D] come down here no more.
[G] They're tearing down the textile mill [D] across the railroad tracks.
That [G] farmer says the job's a big boring boy.
[D] And they ain't coming [A] back to [D] your hometown.
[G] [D]
[A]
[E]
[G] [Bm] [D]
One night me and Kate, we lay in bed.
[G] We were talking [D] about getting [A] out, packing up our bags, and [D] maybe heading [G]
south.
But we [D] were forty-five, and we had a child, [G] a bar [D] on [A] my net.
One night I sat him up behind me.
I [D] said, boy, take a good [G] look around, cause this [D] is your hometown.
[G] It's your [D]
[A] hometown.
Your hometown.
[B] This [D] is your [G] hometown.
[D] Boy, this is your hometown.
I stopped to pick up the paper [D] for my [G] old man.
[D] I sat on his lap in a big old Buick.
[G] We [D] steered as we drove [A] through town.
He'd dowdle my hair, he'd say, son, [D] take a good look [G] around.
[D] This is your hometown.
[G] It's [D] your
[A] hometown.
Your hometown.
[Em] [D] This is your
[G] hometown.
[D]
In sixty-five, tension was running high [G] in my [D] high [A] school.
There were louder fights between the blacks and whites, but [D] there was nothing that you [G] could do
[D] to cause her to lie on a Saturday night.
[G] On the back [D] seat there [A] was a gun.
The words were passed.
There was a shotgun blast.
The [D] troubled times, [G] they'd come.
[D] My hometown.
[G] To [D] my [A] hometown.
My hometown.
[D] To my [G] hometown.
[D]
[Bm] Now Main Street, whitewashed windows, [D] they've got vacant stores.
[Bm] It seems like there ain't nobody that wants to [D] come down here no more.
[G] They're tearing down the textile mill [D] across the railroad tracks.
That [G] farmer says the job's a big boring boy.
[D] And they ain't coming [A] back to [D] your hometown.
[G] [D]
[A]
[E]
[G] [Bm] [D]
One night me and Kate, we lay in bed.
[G] We were talking [D] about getting [A] out, packing up our bags, and [D] maybe heading [G]
south.
But we [D] were forty-five, and we had a child, [G] a bar [D] on [A] my net.
One night I sat him up behind me.
I [D] said, boy, take a good [G] look around, cause this [D] is your hometown.
[G] It's your [D]
[A] hometown.
Your hometown.
[B] This [D] is your [G] hometown.
[D] Boy, this is your hometown.
Key:
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A
Bm
Em
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A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ He was eight years old and I was running with [G] a [D] dime in [A] my hand.
_ I stopped to pick up the paper [D] for my _ [G] old man.
[D] _ I sat on his lap in a big old Buick.
[G] We [D] steered as we drove [A] through town.
_ _ He'd dowdle my hair, he'd say, son, [D] take a good look [G] around.
_ [D] This is your hometown. _
_ _ _ _ [G] It's [D] your _
[A] hometown.
_ _ Your hometown.
_ [Em] _ _ [D] This is your _
[G] hometown.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ In sixty-five, tension was running high [G] in my [D] high [A] school.
_ There were louder fights between the blacks and whites, but [D] there was nothing that you [G] could do
_ [D] to cause her to lie on a Saturday night.
[G] On the back [D] seat there [A] was a gun.
The words were passed.
There was a shotgun blast.
The [D] troubled times, [G] they'd come.
_ _ [D] My hometown. _
_ _ _ [G] To [D] my [A] hometown.
_ _ _ My hometown.
_ _ _ [D] To my [G] hometown.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] Now Main Street, whitewashed windows, _ [D] they've got vacant stores.
_ _ _ [Bm] It seems like there ain't nobody that wants to [D] come down here no _ more.
_ [G] They're tearing down the textile mill [D] across the railroad tracks.
_ _ That [G] farmer says the job's a big boring boy.
[D] And they ain't coming [A] back to [D] your hometown.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ One night me and Kate, we lay in bed.
[G] We were talking [D] about getting [A] out, _ _ packing up our bags, and [D] maybe heading [G] _
south.
But we [D] were forty-five, and we had a child, [G] a bar [D] on [A] my net.
One night I sat him up behind me.
I [D] said, boy, take a good [G] look around, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ cause this [D] is your hometown. _
_ _ _ [G] It's your [D] _ _
[A] hometown.
_ _ Your hometown.
_ [B] _ This [D] is your _ [G] hometown.
_ [D] Boy, _ this is your hometown. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ He was eight years old and I was running with [G] a [D] dime in [A] my hand.
_ I stopped to pick up the paper [D] for my _ [G] old man.
[D] _ I sat on his lap in a big old Buick.
[G] We [D] steered as we drove [A] through town.
_ _ He'd dowdle my hair, he'd say, son, [D] take a good look [G] around.
_ [D] This is your hometown. _
_ _ _ _ [G] It's [D] your _
[A] hometown.
_ _ Your hometown.
_ [Em] _ _ [D] This is your _
[G] hometown.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ In sixty-five, tension was running high [G] in my [D] high [A] school.
_ There were louder fights between the blacks and whites, but [D] there was nothing that you [G] could do
_ [D] to cause her to lie on a Saturday night.
[G] On the back [D] seat there [A] was a gun.
The words were passed.
There was a shotgun blast.
The [D] troubled times, [G] they'd come.
_ _ [D] My hometown. _
_ _ _ [G] To [D] my [A] hometown.
_ _ _ My hometown.
_ _ _ [D] To my [G] hometown.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] Now Main Street, whitewashed windows, _ [D] they've got vacant stores.
_ _ _ [Bm] It seems like there ain't nobody that wants to [D] come down here no _ more.
_ [G] They're tearing down the textile mill [D] across the railroad tracks.
_ _ That [G] farmer says the job's a big boring boy.
[D] And they ain't coming [A] back to [D] your hometown.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ One night me and Kate, we lay in bed.
[G] We were talking [D] about getting [A] out, _ _ packing up our bags, and [D] maybe heading [G] _
south.
But we [D] were forty-five, and we had a child, [G] a bar [D] on [A] my net.
One night I sat him up behind me.
I [D] said, boy, take a good [G] look around, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ cause this [D] is your hometown. _
_ _ _ [G] It's your [D] _ _
[A] hometown.
_ _ Your hometown.
_ [B] _ This [D] is your _ [G] hometown.
_ [D] Boy, _ this is your hometown. _ _ _ _ _ _ _