[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
You see, I've traveled overseas, seen forks in the road
From Ravena to the pubs near Cunard Pier
But the things, they weren't the same as the place where I became
A man in this town I call my home
I'm going home
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
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