Homeward Bound - Dropkick Murphys

I’ve seen street corner preachers spending' discharge pay

Between periods of gettin' stiff

And happy tipplers singing' songs of discontentment

With each and every passion' sip

From the bookmaker’s clerk on the rowdy racing' circuit

Known as Tom Sharkey’s brawling' bar

To the tenders at the pubs through the illegal sporting clubs

In this town, I call my home

You see, I come from a family who more or less traditionally

Sends it’s boys off to serve Uncle Sam

«Obey your orders and protect your country», said this father to his

Disheartened son

You see, I’ve traveled overseas, seen forks in the road from Raven to the Pubs

near Cunard Pier

But the things weren’t the same, at the place where I became

A man in this town, I call my home

I’m goin' home

I’ve seen street corner preachers, spending' discharge pay

Between periods of gettin' stiff

And happy tipplers singing' songs of discontentment

With each and every passion' 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

To the tenders at the pubs and illegal sporting clubs

In this town I call my home