Frank Turner - Wessex Boy lyrics

Rolling yeah one two
C'mon one two one two three four

Let me tell you all a little
Story of the things I've found
Hanging out and drinking with my
Friends in the cathedral grounds
And later dodging drunks as we
Dance along Jewry Street
As we wander up town to The Railway
Our friends to meet

There's something about coming back
To your hometown again
The place where you grew up and
Where you found your firmest friends
And though none of them still live here
And I've got nowhere to go
I'm a Wessex Boy, and when I'm here, I'm home

Let me tell you all a little
Story of the things I've lost
Huddling for warmth on the top
Step of the Buttercross
Sitting on the benches by the
Bridges at the riverside
Of counting down the hours for the
Buses 'cause I missed my ride

There's something about coming back
To your hometown again
The place where you grew up and
Where you found your firmest friends
And though none of them still live here
And I've got nowhere to go
I'm a Wessex boy, a Wessex
Boy, and when I'm here, i'm home

And one day I will hear
This song anonymous and sweet
Ringing out from a busker's guitar
On the ancient city streets
I'll pause a while and smile
Before I continue on alone
And somebody else will sing the words
And I'll feel like I'm home

There's something about hometowns that
You never can escape
The triumphs and the tragedies
The tortured little fates
The welling of nostalgia and a
Feeling kind of strange
'Cause despite the little changes, yeah
This place still feels the same

There's something about coming back
To your hometown again
The place where you grew up and
Where you found your firmest friends
And though none of them still live here
And I've got nowhere to go
I'm a Wessex boy, I'm a Wessex
Boy, and when I'm here, i'm home