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 disheartened son

I've traveled over seas, seen forks in the road
From Ravena 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

I'm going home

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