Dropkick Murphys - Homeward Bound lyrics
[Dropkick Murphys - Homeward Bound lyrics]
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 it's 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 Ravena 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
I'm going home
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
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 it's 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 Ravena 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
I'm going home
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