My Home Town

Uitvoerende(n): Marvin, Welch & Farrar
Tekst: Hank Marvin en Bruce Welch

My home town, she's big and she's brown
She reaches to the sky above
In every way you look, she's all around you
My back yard is dirty and hard
It's never seen a flower grow
Yes, I can testify that it's no garden

One of these days I'm gonna pack my bags
And take a train to some big city
Where the lights are bright
And I know all the girls are pretty

My home folk were raised in the smoke
Of barren factory chimney stacks
That gave you work
But in return they choked you
Choked you

When I wake up, I wake up in the morning
Work all the day till the sun goes down
Gotta save up all the money I'm earning
Gotta have enough to quit this town

Borrowing books from the Public Library
Teaching myself 'bout the world outside
Pictures of sunny places invite me
Goodbye, town, goodbye
I'm taking a ride

My mother started crying at the station
She asked me if I wouldn't change my mind
Afraid the city lights were gonna blind me

The whistle blows and terminates my journey
Cold reality is right on time
The factory gates close once again behind me

One of these days I'm gonna pack my bags
And take a train to some big city
Where the lights are bright
And I know all the girls are pretty
One of these days...

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