Chords for My Hometown (Introduction Part 1) (Springsteen on Broadway - Official Audio)

_ _ _ Now everybody _ _ has a love-hate relationship with their hometown.
_ _ It's just built into the equation of growing up.
_ _ If you take me, _ _ _ I'm Mr.
Born to Run. _ _ _ _ _
I'm Mr.
_ Thunderfucking Road. _ _ _
_ _ I was born _ _ _ to run, not to stay.
_ _ _ _ _ My home, New Jersey, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ it's a death trap. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ It's a suicide rat.
_ _ _ Listen to the lyrics, [G] alright?
_ _ I gotta get out, I gotta hit the highway, I'm a roadrunner.
Man, I got the white-line fever in my veins.
_ I am gonna bring my girl, and I have had enough of the shit that this place dishes out.
_ _ _ I am gonna run. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm never coming back.
_ _ _ I currently live ten minutes from my hometown. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ But, uh, born to come back, or, _ _ uh_
Who would have bought that shit? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
In [C] our front yard, only a few feet from our porch, stood the grandest tree in [F] town. _
It was a towering, _ [C] beautiful [F] copper beech [C] tree.
_ And on [F] sunny [G] days, [C] I lived under its branches, [F] its roots,
where a fort for my soldiers [C] and a corral for my horses.
_ _ And I was the first, on my [F] block, _ to climb high into its upper reaches,
[C] _ _ [F] leaving behind a world that _ [C] I _ _ didn't care for much already.
_ [F] _ _ [C] _
And up near the top, I had the wind in my face,
and I had all the dreaming [F] room _ [G]
that [F] you could want.
[C] _ _ _ [F]
On [C] slow summer nights, I'd sit beneath its arms with my [F] pals, like the [C] calvary at dusk,
_ just listening, listening, _ _ for the evening bells of the ice cream hat,
_ _ [F] my [C] grandmother's voice calling me into bed. _ _
I _ lived on Randolph Street, but my sister [F] Virginia, she was [C] a year _ younger than me,
my parents at [F] Ellen Douglas, my grandparents Fred and Alice, and [C] my _ _ trusted dog, Saddle.
[F] _
_ We lived spitting distance _
_ [C] from the Catholic Church, the priest's [F] rectory, the nuns' convent,
the St.
Rose of [C] Lima grammar school, all of it,
just a football's [F] toss away [C] _ _ across the field of wild grass.
[F] I [C] literally grew up _ [F] surrounded by God, _ [C] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C]
surrounded by [F] God _ [C] _ _
and my relatives.
_ _ [F] _
Because we had cousins and aunts and uncles and grandmas and [C] grandpas
and great [F]
grandmas [C] and great grandpas, [F] all of us were _ _ jammed into five [C] little houses
[F] on two adjoining [C] streets, and when the church bells rang,
the whole clan would hustle up the street _ [F] to stand witness _ [C] to every wedding and every funeral
that arrived like a state occasion _ _
[F] in our little neighborhood.
_ _ _ [N] _