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 dis+heartened 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.