
Wessex Boy Frank Turner
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[Intro]
Rolling yeah one two
C'mon one two one two three four
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
Rolling yeah one two
C'mon one two one two three four
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
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