Hometown

Hometown
by John Forster & Tom Chapin
© 1998 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

In my neck of the woods
Is a little speck of a place.
It sits where the river is miles wide
At the foot of a beautiful mountainside.
And this speck of a place
Is a heck of a speck of a place;
The friendliest kids, the friskiest pets.
The prettiest stores and luncheonettes
And this heck of a speck of a place
Is my hometown.
Hometown. Deedle deidle dum.
Everybody needs a place to come from.
Hometown. Deedle deidle down.
Sing a song of my hometown.

Now, my neck of the woods
Is an old historical place.
The French and Indians got in a fight
And General Washington spent the night
In my speck of a town.
It's kind of a hand-me-down
And all its former residents
From scalawags to presidents
Still seem to be walking around
In my hometown.
Hometown. Deedle deidle dum.
Everybody needs a place to come from.
Hometown. Deedle deidle down.
Sing a song of my hometown.

Sing a song of nosy neighbors,
Nosy but they're on your side.
Sing a song of ball games,
Book fairs, yard sales,
Sing a song of hometown pride.

Now I know that my home
May not be Paris or Rome,
To me it carries the special glow
Of people and places I really know.
And your personal town
May also be low on renown.
But you love it just because it's yours
And end up giving guided tours
And handing out color brochures
Of your hometown.
Hometown. Deedle deidle dum.
Everybody needs a place to come from.
Hometown. Deedle deidle down.
Sing a song of my hometown.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's In My Hometown CD.

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