I've seen street corner preachers spending discharge pay
Between periods of getting stiff and happy tipplers singing songs of discontentment
With each and every passing sip from the bookmaker's clerk on the rowdy racing circuit
Known as Tom Sharkey's brawling bar to the tenders at the pubs and illegal sporting clubs
In this town I call my home
You see, I come from a family who more or less traditionally sends its boys off to serve uncle Sam
"Obey your orders and protect your country" said this father to his disheartened son
I've traveled over seas, seen forks in the road from Raven to the pubs near Cunard Pier
But the things weren't the same, as the place where I became,
A man in this town I call my home.
Dropkick Murphys - Homeward Bound Lyrics
Dropkick Murphys - Homeward Bound Lyrics
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I've seen street corner preachers spending discharge pay
Between periods of getting stiff and happy tipplers singing songs of discontentment
With each and every passing sip from the bookmaker's clerk on the rowdy racing circuit
Known as Tom Sharkey's brawling bar to the tenders at the pubs and illegal sporting clubs
In this town I call my home
You see, I come from a family who more or less traditionally sends its boys off to serve uncle Sam
"Obey your orders and protect your country" said this father to his disheartened son
I've traveled over seas, seen forks in the road from Raven to the pubs near Cunard Pier
But the things weren't the same, as the place where I became,
A man in this town I call my home.
Between periods of getting stiff and happy tipplers singing songs of discontentment
With each and every passing sip from the bookmaker's clerk on the rowdy racing circuit
Known as Tom Sharkey's brawling bar to the tenders at the pubs and illegal sporting clubs
In this town I call my home
You see, I come from a family who more or less traditionally sends its boys off to serve uncle Sam
"Obey your orders and protect your country" said this father to his disheartened son
I've traveled over seas, seen forks in the road from Raven to the pubs near Cunard Pier
But the things weren't the same, as the place where I became,
A man in this town I call my home.
Writer: KEN CASEY, MATTHEW EDWARD KELLY, RICK BARTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group