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GI want to tell youC about my hometown

 It'Gs a dusty old jewel in the South Puget SDound

 Well the fGactories churn and the timbCers all cut down

 And lGife goes by slow in TaDcoGma

People they laugh when they hear you're from my town

They say it's a sour and used up all place

I defended its honor, shrugged off the put downs

You know that you're poor, from Tacoma

Buildings are empty like ghettos or ghost-towns

It gives me a chill to think what was inside

I can't seem to fathom the dark of my history

I invented my own in Tacoma

There was nothing to put me in love with the good life

I'm in league with the the gangs guns, and the crime

There was no hollow promise that life would reward you

There was nowhere to hide in Tacoma

People who built it they loved it like I do

There was hope in the trainyard of something inspired

Once was I on it, but it's been painted shut

I found passion for life in Tacoma

Well I don't make it home much, I sadly neglect you

But that's how you like it away from the world

God bless California, make way for the Wal-Mart

I hope they don't find you Tacoma